Paroles et traduction Violeta Parra - Pupila de Águila

Pupila de Águila

Un pajarillo vino a posarse bajo mi arbolito
Era de noche, yo no podía ver su dibujito
Se lamentaba de que una jaula lo hizo prisionero
Que las plumillas, una por una, se las arrancaron
Quise curarlo con mi cariño, mas el pajarillo
Guardó silencio como una tumba hasta que amaneció

Llegan los claros de un bello día, el viento sacudió
Todo el ramaje de mi arbolito y allí se descubrió
Que el pajarillo tenía el alma más herida que yo
Y por las grietas que le sangraban su vida se escapó
En su garganta, dolido trino, llora su corazón
Le abrí mi canto y en mi vihuela lo repitió el bordón

Ya mejoraba, ya sonreía con mi medicina
Cuando una tarde llegó una carta de su jaula antigua
En mi arbolillo brotaron flores negras y moradas
Porque el correo vino a buscarlo, mis ojos lloraban
Desaparece, me deja en prenda toda su amargura
Se lleva ufano, mi flor más tierna, mi sol y mi luna

En el momento de su partida, en mi cuello un collar
Dejó olvidado, y como Aladino yo lo empecé a frotar
Pasan minutos, pasan las hora' y toda una vida
Por el milagro de aquella joya lo he visto regresar
Con más heridas, con más silencio y con garras largas
Sus buenos días, mi piel desgarra con ácida maldad

Ave que llega sin procedencia y no sabe dónde va
Es prisionera en su propio vuelo, ave mala será
Ave maligna, siembra cizaña, bebe, calla y se va
Cierra tu puente, cierra tu canto, tira la llave al mar
Un pajarillo vino llorando, lo quise consolar
Toqué sus ojos con mi pañuelo, pupila de águila
Pupila de águila

Eagle's Pupil

A little bird came to rest under my little tree
It was night, I could not see its drawing
He lamented that a cage had made him a prisoner
That the little feathers, one by one, had been torn from him
I wanted to heal him with my love, but the little bird
Remained silent as a tomb until dawn

The light of a beautiful day arrives, the wind shook
All the branches of my little tree and there it was discovered
That the little bird had a soul more wounded than I
And through the cracks that bled his life escaped
In his throat, a pained trill, his heart weeps
I opened my song to him and on my vihuela the bass repeated it

He was getting better, he was already smiling with my medicine
When one afternoon a letter arrived from his old cage
On my small tree black and purple flowers sprouted
Because the mailman came to look for him, my eyes were crying
He disappears, he leaves me as a pledge all his bitterness
He takes away my most tender flower, my sun and my moon

At the moment of his departure, around my neck a necklace
He left forgotten, and like Aladdin I began to rub it
Minutes pass, hours pass and a whole life
By the miracle of that jewel I have seen him return
With more wounds, more silence and with long claws
His good days, my skin tears with acid malice

A bird that arrives without origin and does not know where it is going
Is a prisoner in its own flight, it will be a bad bird
Evil bird, sows discord, drinks, is silent and leaves
Close your bridge, close your song, throw the key into the sea
A little bird came crying, I wanted to console him
I touched his eyes with my handkerchief, eagle's pupil
Eagle's pupil