Текст и перевод песни Angel Stanich - El Arriero, Pt. 2

El Arriero, Pt. 2

Dime dónde está escrito
Lo que tiene importancia
Leo libros prohibidos
No me entero de nada.

Y si miro a las flores
Mas henchido me veo
Ahora soy jardinero
Solo de pensamientos.

Hace tiempo que vivo
Cortejando a la parca
No le temo a su filo
He cavado mi zanja.

Y si miro a los hombres
Que el camino me manda
Soy como un lobo herido
Que asesina a navaja.

A navaja...

Esta noche noche no me quiero desquitar
Con fantoches que siempre me miran mal
Esta noche noche no me quiero rebelar.

Ya nos encontraremos
Cuando ruede Berlanga.

Un pueblo dividido
Entre ricos y ratas
Sin haber yo nacido
Ya me vi en la barraca.

Pues mi padre era pobre
Y mi abuelo era ateo
Y por eso predico
Con tan poca esperanza.

Tanta carga...

Esta noche sí me quiero desquitar
De mi corte que es mi acémila vulgar
Horizonte no te puedo controlar.

Allá va el arriero
Allende su casa.

Esta noche yo me quiero descasar
Del quijote del deseo ver el mar
Horizonte no te puedo controlar.

Allá va el arriero
Bon voyage Sancho Panza.

The Muleteer, Pt. 2

Tell me where it is written
What is of importance
I read forbidden books
I understand nothing.

And if I look at the flowers
I feel even more full
Now I am a gardener
Only of thoughts.

I have lived for a long time
Courting the grim reaper
I do not fear its blade
I have dug my own grave.

And if I look at the men
That the road sends me
I am like a wounded wolf
Who kills with a knife.

With a knife...

Tonight I don't want to get even
With puppets who always look at me badly
Tonight I don't want to rebel.

We will meet again
When Berlanga rolls.

A town divided
Between the rich and the rats
Without having been born
I already saw myself in the shack.

Because my father was poor
And my grandfather was an atheist
And that's why I preach
With so little hope.

So much burden...

Tonight I do want to get even
With my court that is my vulgar beast of burden
Horizon I cannot control you.

There goes the muleteer
Beyond his home.

Tonight I want to rest
From the quixote of desire to see the sea
Horizon I cannot control you.

There goes the muleteer
Bon voyage Sancho Panza.