Paroles et traduction Walter Silva - La Caminadera

La Caminadera

Por el caminito que se abre del camino real, tengo una caminadera
Por que por el caminito que se abre del camino real un cariñito me espera
La primer ves que la vi fue una tarde veranera
Lo casco de mi montura levantaban polvadera
Me hiba acordando de niño caminos de mi vereda
No abria ni cerraba broches quien levantara mas tierra
Y nos tragaban las nubes blancas de la tolbaneras
Yo hiba atras de unas vaquitas oro fino y primavera
Se habian volado el dia antes y son las de la quesera
Depronto entre oscuro y claro miro esa linda morena
Recogiendo a lado y lado y guayabitas sabaneras
Desde entonces por amor me dio la caminadera.

Ll

Aquel caminito que antes tan solo era un ramal
Ya lo volvi callejuela
Por que por el caminito que antes tan solo fue un ramal
Ta el amor que me desvela
Hasta mis animalitos
Parecen que comprendieran
Cuando me ven solitario oro fino y primavera
Aunque les puse fusil no entiendo como se vuelan
Y no encuentran mas camino que la misma callejuela
Como pa que yo las busque y de ñapa me vea con ella
Mi perrito compañero, verdasita si lo vieran
Voy atras de mis vaquitas y el va alantico en carrera
Cuando me coje ventaja busca una sombra y me espera
Y cuando vuelvo a alcansarlo sale con la lengua afuera
Me alaga como diciendome que tal la caminadera

The Walker

Through the little path that branches off the royal road, I have a walker
Because through the little path that branches off the royal road, a little sweetheart awaits me
The first time I saw her was on a summery afternoon
The hooves of my mount were raising dust
I was remembering my childhood paths to my home
No one opened or closed gates, only who could raise more dust
And the white clouds of the dust storms would swallow us
I was going after golden heifers and springtime
They had flown the day before and they were the ones from the cheese factory
Suddenly between dark and light I saw that beautiful brunette
Picking up guavas on each side of the path
From then on, because of love, I got the walker.

Ll

That little path that before was just a path
I have now turned into a little street
Because through the little path that before was just a path
Is the love that keeps me awake
Even my little animals
Seem to understand
When they see me lonely, golden heifers and springtime
Although I gave them the rifle, I don’t understand how they can escape
And they can’t find anywhere but the same little street
As if for me to look for them and meet up with her on the way
My little dog, Verdasita, if you saw him
I go after my little heifers and he runs ahead
When he has a big advantage, he looks for shade and waits for me
And when I catch up with him again, he has his tongue out
He flatters me as if to tell me how is the walker