Текст и перевод песни Cholo Valderrama - Me Dejó el Rancho Solito

Me Dejó el Rancho Solito

Me dejó el rancho solito, rancho solito todavía no ha regresado,
Hoy se cumplen cuatro meses que me dice usted cuña′o
La busco pa' que regrese o me muero enguayaba′o.(bis)
Si el amor fuese un puñal, yo ya me fuese matando
Casi que pierdo la cuenta de las noches que he llorado,
Claro que no lloro duro, pero si lloro jipia'o
Estoy vivo, pero tengo el corazón aporria'o
Ni siquiera me provoca prenderle el humo al gana′o
Los becerros chiquiticos, tampoco los he conta′o
Y el conuco lo agarraron pa' bochinche los vena′os
Y en el fogon no se siente, olor a café cola'o.
Me dejó el rancho solito, rancho solito y hasta el sol de los venao′s
Se fúe con rumbo hacia el pueblo, a comprar hilo mora'o,
Y una latica de aceite, que tiene un gallo pinta′o. (bis)
La tarde que no volvio, me hallaba desespera'o
De la cocina al corral, deje mi llanto rega'o
Y el toro llego esa tarde, pitando más lamenta′o
Seria que sintio el dolor de un llanero despecha′o
Ni siquiera me provoca, prenderle el humo al gana'o
Los becerros chiquiticos, tampoco los he cura′o
Y el conuco lo agarraron pa' bochinche los vena′os
Estoy vivo pero tengo el corazón aporria'o.

She Left Me the Ranch All Alone

She left me the ranch all alone, all alone and she still hasn't returned,
Today marks four months since you called me brother-in-law
I'm looking for her to come back or I'll die of heartbreak.(bis)
If love were a dagger, I would have already stabbed myself to death
I've almost lost count of the nights I've cried,
Of course I don't cry out loud, but I cry softly
I'm alive, but my heart is broken
I don't even feel like lighting the stove for the cattle
I haven't counted the little calves either
And the deer have taken over the garden for their revelry
And the stove doesn't smell of brewed coffee anymore.
She left me the ranch all alone, all alone and even the sun of the deer
She went to the town to buy purple thread,
And a small can of oil, with a painted rooster on it. (bis)
The evening she didn't come back, I was desperate
I left my tears scattered from the kitchen to the corral
And the bull arrived that evening, moaning even more sorrowfully
Perhaps it felt the pain of a heartbroken plainsman
I don't even feel like lighting the stove for the cattle
I haven't even cured the little calves either
And the deer have taken over the garden for their revelry
I'm alive, but my heart is broken.