Текст и перевод песни El Indio Duarte - Amaneciendo

Amaneciendo

Amaneciendo
(Claudio Martínez Paiva)

Yo ya andaba levanta'o... de madrugada,
Salgo a prender mi tabaco en el lucero
Mientras termina de encerrar la noche
Una ronda de gallos fulgurientos.

Tapa'o con las cenizas del rocío
Arde allá, en el horizonte el trasfogueo,
Hay un pirincho... caprichoso,
Madruga mucho, viene hacer buche de luz en ese alero,
Hay una ronda de pajaritos, con los picos recién pintados de nuevo
Y en los juncales del arroyo de oro,
Tienden a secar sus medias el bollero.

Yo era mozo... mozo y con novia,
Me faltaría más o menos un mes para el casamiento
Sobre el amanecer de mi relato, ha pasado poco olvido
Pero mucho tiempo... se ve un amargo...
Sentí en la puerta, el balar de un corderito enfermo,
Abro... y me encuentro con un niño de meses
Envuelto en unos trapos viejos,

¿Y esto?... Pensé pa' mis adentro...
Quién sabe?, quien sabe que miserias me trajo a mi este mamón ajeno,
Lo alce..., lo alce como quien alza un crucifijo, toca'o por dentro
Lo bese en la mollera, que tenía una pelusa de patito negro.
Lo apreté juerte contra el calor empluma'o de mi pecho y el niño...
El niño dejo de llorar...

Y el sol... el sol curioso, se acercó como a olfatearlo,
El horno, abrió tamaña boca al verlo...
Y para que el niño riera,
Mi caballo viejo hizo de su coscoja un sonajero

Entonces yo toca'o le dije a tu'itos:
Al aire, al rancho, al caballo, a la vaca, al sol, al viento,
Éste, éste es un hijo mío...
Claro que es un hijo mío, porque es una semilla,
Una semilla que me trajo el viento.
Bendita sea la noche que lo puso desnudito de amor bajo mi alero.

Le deje el nene a una vecina, le cargue espuelas al caballo viejo
Y lo raye en el patio de mi hembra.
En el patio de esa mujer, que no tuvo corazón,
En el patio de esa mujer, que no tuvo sentimientos,
Porque le negó al niño, el agua del socorro y pecho,
Porque iban a decir, cuatro vecinas, que ese hijo era nuestro;
Iban a decir, que lo habíamos tenido nosotros, sin permiso del pueblo,
Antes del casamiento. Y ella,
Mi novia, mi novia me pidió que lo regalara
Mi novia me pidió que lo diera!...

¿Y cómo podía darlo...?
¿Cómo podía darlo si no era un perro?,
No era un perro... era un pedazo de carne, e
Ra un pedazo de carne con una rosa adentro.
Y Dios, Dios no puso ese niño, en el nido de un malva'o
Dios lo puso en el nido, querendón, de un hombre de América
Que se santigua por los cuatro vientos,
Y yo no estoy para que me tiemble el pulso,
Cuando salgo a prender mi tabaco en el lucero.

Ella, mi novia, me dijo que podía haberme dao' un hijo nuestro,
Que ese, que ese, era un pedazo de carne ajena,
Que ese, era un pedazo de carne negra,
Que ese, era un pedazo e' carne e' pueblo,
Que lo diera que lo regalara, ¿y cómo podía?, como podía regalarlo
Si no era un perro?

Y entonces mi novia, la mujer a quien toavia quiero,
La mujer que le estaba agarrando,
Agarrando la orejita al casamiento,
Me apunto los ojos en el pecho y me dio a elegir; " el niño o ella",
El niño o ella, el niño o ella, el niño o ella.
Con el niño, le dije que sí, con él, co
N él, desnudito de amor, con el me quedo.

Dawning

Dawning
(Claudio Martínez Paiva)

I was already up... at dawn,
I went out to light my tobacco in the morning star
While a round of dazzling roosters
Finishes locking up the night.

Covered with the ashes of dew
The bonfire burns there, on the horizon,
There's a capricious little sparrow,
He wakes up early, comes to take a sip of light on that eaves,
There's a round of little birds, with their beaks freshly painted anew
And in the reeds of the golden stream,
The weavers hang their socks to dry.

I was young... young and with a fiancée,
I had about a month left until the wedding
Little oblivion has passed over the dawn of my story
But a lot of time... you see a bitter...
I heard the bleating of a sick lamb at the door,
I open it... and I find a months-old baby
Wrapped in some old rags,

'And this?...' I thought to myself...
Who knows?, who knows what miseries this чужой kid brought me,
I lifted him..., I lifted him like someone lifts a crucifix, touched inside
I kissed him on the crown of his head, which had a little black duck fluff.
I squeezed him tight against the feathered warmth of my chest and the child...
The child stopped crying...

And the sun... the curious sun, came closer as if to smell him,
The oven opened its huge mouth upon seeing him...
And to make the child laugh,
My old horse turned his leather into a rattle.

Then I, touched, said to everyone:
To the air, to the ranch, to the horse, to the cow, to the sun, to the wind,
This, this is my son...
Of course he's my son, because he's a seed,
A seed that the wind brought me.
Blessed be the night that put him naked with love under my eaves.

I left the baby with a neighbor, put spurs on my old horse
And rode over to my woman's patio.
To the patio of that woman, who had no heart,
To the patio of that woman, who had no feelings,
Because she denied the child the water of help and breast,
Because four neighbors were going to say that this child was ours;
They were going to say that we had had him, without the town's permission,
Before the wedding. And she,
My fiancée, my fiancée asked me to give him away
My fiancée asked me to give him away!...

And how could I give him away...?
How could I give him away if he wasn't a dog?,
He wasn't a dog... he was a piece of flesh, and
He was a piece of flesh with a rose inside.
And God, God didn't put that child in the nest of a wicked person
God put him in the loving nest of a man from America
Who crosses himself to the four winds,
And I'm not one to have my pulse tremble,
When I go out to light my tobacco in the morning star.

She, my fiancée, told me that I could have given her a child of our own,
That that, that, was a piece of someone else's flesh,
That that, was a piece of dark flesh,
That that, was a piece of flesh of the town,
That I should give him away, give him away, how could I?, how could I give him away
If he wasn't a dog?

And then my fiancée, the woman I still love,
The woman who was holding,
Holding the ear of marriage,
Pointed her eyes at my chest and gave me a choice; "the child or her",
The child or her, the child or her, the child or her.
With the child, I told her yes, with him, wi
Th him, naked with love, with him I stay.