Текст и перевод песни Alejandro Sanz - El Cielo Del Albañil

El Cielo Del Albañil

Allá cerquita del cielo entre los andamios
Sentado como un tropero le está mateando
Igual como si estuviera en medio del campo
Debajo de alguna sombra junto al remanso
Hablando pocas palabras lo he visto a vargas
Quedarse así de cuclillas mirando lejos
Cercado entre el hormigón no encuentra su cielo aquí
De balde lo está buscando entre tanto gris
En la radio sin querer como un duende el acordeón
Estirando un chamamé le estremece el corazón
Y hasta le parece angá que si suelta un sapukay
Los peones le han de oír en la estancia el paraisal
Al verlo así me parece que anda tropeando
Con su compadre lalanda como hace tanto
Qué pena me da mirarlo entre los andamios
Con todo ese cielo adentro como sangrando
Detrás del vuelo aterido de una paloma
Se achican sus ojos negros mirando lejos
Cercado entre el hormigón el cielo del albañil
Manchado de arena y cal se termina allí
Algún día volverá le gustaba ser peón
No se halla por acá ya ha de haber una ocasión
Mientras tanto al escuchar por la radio un chamamé
Él remonta un sapukay es su modo de volver

The Mason's Heaven

Up near the sky among the scaffolds
He sits like a cattle herder, drinking mate
As if he were in the middle of the countryside
Under the shade by the stream
Speaking only a few words, I saw Vargas
Crouched down like that, looking into the distance
Surrounded by concrete, he can't find his heaven here
Looking in vain for it amid the grayness
Suddenly, on the radio, the accordion sounds like an elf
Playing a chamamé, making his heart skip a beat
It almost seems as if, if he were to let out a sapukay
The farmhands would hear him on the Parasal estancia
Looking at him like that, he seems like he's herding cattle
With his companion Lalanda, like they used to
It pains me to see him there among the scaffolds
With all that sky inside him, pouring out
Behind the terrified flight of a dove
His dark eyes shrink as he looks into the distance
Surrounded by concrete, the mason's heaven
Stained with sand and lime, it ends there
Someday he'll go back, he loved being a peon
He doesn't belong here, there must be an opportunity
Meanwhile, when he hears a chamamé on the radio
He lets out a sapukay, his way of returning