Текст и перевод песни Atahualpa Yupanqui - La Carreta y el Camión

La Carreta y el Camión

Hoy que vivo abandonada
En solitario rincón
Esto le piensa la carreta
Nuestra carreta criolla, ¿no?

Hoy que vivo abandonada en solitario rincón
Hoy que lo miro al camión por esas rutas amadas
Hoy que ya no tengo nada, ni barrito en mi rodao
Hoy que solo me ha quedao la sombra de mi armazón
Le quiero dar al camión lo que los años me han dao

Conozco la patria entera en mi infinito rodar
Yo sé lo que es peludear en barro y en polvareda
Yo he crujido en las laderas buscando los horizontes
Yo fui gusano en los montes y mariposa en los llanos
Yo crucé noches y arcanos como barca de Caronte

Si un rancho ves al pasar y de ahí te mira un paisano
Con ademán campechano tú lo debes saludar
Es cencia del buen viajar mostrase bien educau
Y si hay barro en tu rodao por causa de un chaparrón
Procurá que el corazón no se te quede embarrau

Si en ese trajinar duro ves alguno en la estaquida
Hacele alguna gauchada, que es como luz en lo oscuro
En mis tiempos, te lo juro, sin molestar con pregunta
Yo desataba las yuntas sin mirar marcas, ni pelo
El camino es como un cielo 'ande los buenos se juntan

Es claro que hay desengaño porque no somos perfectos
Amigazo, los defectos son males que duran años
Yo también sufrí del daño por no vivir ventajeando
Pero, compadre, pensado que al final gana el mejor
El vivo pierde el honor y el bueno se va salvando

Carretero y camionero, los dos andan por la huella
A los dos la misma estrella le señala el derrotero
No se vuelva, farolero, el de anteojos y campera
Y no imite a los de ajuera en el modo de vestir
Que imite el criollo sentir de aquel que usó corralera

Que naides quede enfadau si aconsejo como siento
El hombre vale por dentro que lo de afuera es prestau
Por plata que haiga juntao, no te sientas cordillera
Pues en la vida rutera aquel que se cree muy grande
Se pone al lado de los Andes y es un enano cualquiera

Aunque vivís entre ruidos de motores y engranajes
No cometas el ultraje de hablar a los alaridos
Poné los cinco sentidos en lo que estás conversando
Y si algo te va alegrando, ríe, que la risa es vida
Pero hay risas parecidas a caballos relinchando

Si a vos te gusta cuidarlo y lubricarlo al camión
Pensá que a tu corazón también debes aceitarlo
Con cuidado has de tratarlo y llenarlo de bellezas
Si hay algunas tristezas que te venza o que te espante
Alumbralo pa' que cante y levantarás la cabeza

El canto es como un cogollo, hijo del largo camino
Si tu canto es argentino vos te sentirás más criollo
La copla tiene mil rollos que a veces surcan los vientos
Y a veces, como de intentos, sin ni siquiera cantar
Adentro tuyo ha de estar endulzando tu momento

Le aconsejo en la ocasión al hermano camionero
Como los de antes, obreros con otra disposición
Yo me vuelvo a mi rincón donde el tiempo me empujó
Soy carreta que trazó entre cardales la huella
A toditas las estrellas, si les habré cantau yo

Bendito los herederos de aquel paisano argentino
Que picaneó en los caminos y se llamaba "carrero"
En tu viaje camionero te sigue mi sombra bella
No ha de fallarte una estrella que te acompañe feliz
Como no me faltó a mí cuando anduve por la huella

Nada en el mundo es eterno, pero aunque llegó mi fin
Me prolongo en el trajín del camionero moderno
Es menos crudo el invierno para el que tiene cabina
Y el rutero que camina contento en su profesión
Merece la bendición de la carreta argentina

The Cart and the Truck

Now that I'm abandoned, my love,
In a lonely corner I reside,
This is what the cart thinks,
Our creole cart, you see?

Now that I'm abandoned, my love, in this lonely corner I reside
Now that I see the truck, my dear, on those beloved routes we knew
Now that I have nothing left, not even mud on my wheel
Now that all I have left, my sweet, is the shadow of my frame
I want to give to the truck what the years have given to me

I know the whole country, my love, from my endless roaming
I know what it's like to struggle, my dear, in mud and dust along the way
I've creaked on the hillsides seeking horizons far and wide
I was a worm in the mountains, my sweet, and a butterfly on the plains
I crossed nights and mysteries like Charon's ferry, old and gray

If you see a ranch as you pass, my love, and a countryman looks your way
With a friendly, open gesture, you must greet him without delay
It's the way of a good traveler, my dear, to show himself polite and kind
And if there's mud on your wheel because of a sudden downpour you find
Make sure your heart, my sweet, doesn't get stuck behind

If on that hard journey, my love, you see someone in a bind
Do him a good turn, my dear, it's like a light in the dark you'll find
In my time, I swear to you, without bothering with a question
I untied the yokes, my sweet, without looking at brands or hair, my confession
The road is like a heaven where good men gather and share

It's clear there's disappointment, my love, because we are not perfect, it's true
My friend, defects are evils, my dear, that last for years, it's nothing new
I also suffered from the damage of not living by taking advantage, too
But, my friend, remember, in the end the best man will see it through
The sly one loses his honor, my sweet, and the good man finds his rescue

Carter and trucker, my love, both travel the same track
The same star guides them both, my dear, showing them where to turn back
Don't become, like a lamplighter, the one with glasses and a jacket so grand
And don't imitate outsiders, my sweet, in the way they dress and stand
Imitate the creole feeling of the one who wore the corralera band

Let no one be angry, my love, if I advise as I feel inside
A man is worth what's within, my dear, the outside is merely a borrowed hide
For all the money you've gathered, don't think you're a mountain so wide
Because in the road life, my sweet, the one who thinks he's so grand
Stands next to the Andes and is just any dwarf in the land

Although you live among the noises of engines and gears so loud
Do not commit the outrage, my dear, of speaking in shouts in the crowd
Put your five senses, my sweet, on what you are discussing now
And if something makes you happy, laugh, for laughter is life, I avow
But there are laughs similar to horses neighing somehow

If you like to take care of it, my love, and lubricate your truck with care
Think that your heart, my dear, you must also oil and repair
Treat it with care, my sweet, and fill it with beauty so rare
If there are some sorrows that overcome you or scare
Light it up so it can sing and you'll lift your head in the air

Singing is like a bud, my love, born of the long road we roam
If your song is Argentinian, my dear, you will feel more creole at home
The copla has a thousand twists that sometimes ride the winds that moan
And sometimes, as if by attempts, my sweet, without even singing a tone
Inside you it will be sweetening your moment, all alone

I advise on this occasion, my love, the trucker brother so bold
Like those of before, workers, my dear, with a different disposition of old
I return to my corner where time has pushed me, growing cold
I am a cart that traced the path among thistles, brave and uncontrolled
To all the stars, my sweet, how I have sung to them, untold

Blessed be the heirs, my love, of that Argentinian countryman so fine
Who drove his cart on the roads, my dear, and was called "carrero," a name divine
On your truck journey, my sweet, my beautiful shadow follows thine
A star will not fail you, accompanying you, happy and benign
As it did not fail me when I traveled the road, a memory enshrined

Nothing in the world is eternal, my love, but although my end has come
I continue in the journey, my dear, of the modern trucker, on the run
Winter is less harsh, my sweet, for those who have a cabin to shun
And the road warrior who walks happy in his profession, second to none
Deserves the blessing of the Argentinian cart, his victory won