Текст и перевод песни Atahualpa Yupanqui - La Copla

La Copla

Pescador de mar adentro, mi amigo siempre cantaba
Un día volvió su copla con el adiós de la barca

Vi correr sangre minera por un pan endurecido
Junto a la mano crispada la luna se volvió trigo

No me dé penas la vida
Me sobra con la que tengo
Como el quebracho del monte sobre el hachazo florezco

Trabaja el indio en la piedra su socavón de silencio
Y a su sombra se cobija mi corazón cancionero

Lo siento gemir al viento cruzando montes de espinas
Salgo al camino y le grito para servirle de guía

Allá por el cielo arriba
Va la luna lastimada
Como una copla perdida que ya no tiene guitarra

Trabaja el indio en la piedra su socavón de silencio
Y a su sombra se cobija mi corazón cancionero

The Ballad

A deep-sea fisherman, my friend, was always singing,
One day his ballad returned with the farewell of the boat.

I saw miner's blood flow for a hardened piece of bread,
Next to the clenched hand, the moon turned into wheat.

Don't give me sorrows, life,
I have more than enough already,
Like the quebracho tree of the mountain, I flourish upon the axe blow.

The Indian works in the stone, his cavern of silence,
And in its shadow, my singing heart takes shelter, my love.

I hear the wind moan, crossing mountains of thorns,
I go out to the road and shout to it, to serve as its guide.

Up there in the sky,
Goes the wounded moon,
Like a lost ballad that no longer has a guitar.

The Indian works in the stone, his cavern of silence,
And in its shadow, my singing heart takes shelter, my love.