Paroles et traduction Tito Auger - Historia de la Silla

Historia de la Silla

En el borde del camino hay una silla
La rapina merodea aquel lugar
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
El amigo no se sienta a descansar
Sus zapatos desgastados son espejo
Que le queman la garganta con el sol
Y atraves de su cansancio pasa un riego
Que le seca con la sombra el sudor.
En la punta deol amor viaja el amigo
En la punta mas aguda que hay que ver
Esa punta que lo mismo caba entierra
Que en las ruinas que en un rastro de mujer
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
Es por eso que es madera y es metal
Es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
Que razones de banderas y arsenal.
El que tenga una cancion tendra tormenta
El que tenga compania soledad
El que siga buen camino tendra sillas
Peligrosas que lo inviten a para
Pero vale la cancion buena tormenta
Y la compania vale soledad
Siempre vale la agonia de la prisa
Aunque se llene de sillas la verdad.

The History of the Chair

At the edge of the path, there is a chair
Plunder lurks in that place
My friend's jacket is spread out
My friend does not sit down to rest
His worn-out shoes are a mirror
That burn his throat in the sun
And through his weariness passes a stream
That dries his sweat with shade
On the point of love, my friend travels
On the sharpest point there is to see
That point that just as easily digs, buries
That in ruins as in a woman's trail
That's why he's a soldier and a lover
That's why he's wood and metal
That's why he just as easily sows roses
As he does reasons for flags and arsenals
He who has a song will have a storm
He who has company, solitude
He who follows a good path will have chairs
Dangerous ones that invite him to stop
But a good storm is worth the song
And company is worth solitude
The agony of haste is always worth it
Even if truth is filled with chairs