Текст и перевод песни Fernando Delgadillo - El Insecto, el Pajaro y el Hombre (Cancion)

El Insecto, el Pajaro y el Hombre (Cancion)

Me encontre bosque adentro un lugar

Desde donde se puede mirar

Que la noche se acuesta temprano

Que la tarde no puede pasar

Que la luz en su historia perdio la
Memoria de cuando turbio su faz.

Bosque adentro donde el fuerte
Y su color a pino es viejo
Piedras mondas y cortezas
Tintas de contar el tiempo
Y un sendero que no lleva
A ningun lado, pero esta.

Bordeando bosques y rios
Semejando el andar del sol
Que recorre los caminos
Con su centro de calor.

Se apuro y mojo el rocio
Para que la mañana bonita
Se mirase cerca y lejos
En el valle fresca y limpia
Y un rumor de hojas narraba
La madera recrujia
Y el viento gimio en un hueco
Y en la yerba verde y viva.

El chirrido de un insecto
Protesto en los matorrales
Y una araña grande
Como el haz de una hoja de arce
Contemplaba fascinada
Al que irrumpiera en su telar.

Mas tarde en decir 'momento'
Y se hizo el cuento de un mortal.

No todo lo blanco es bueno
No es todo lo negro el mal
La luna no hace la noche
Solamente es su lunar.

Asi...

De un gran pino y su gran copa
Decidido abrio las alas
Que batio dos veces
En lo que yo parpadeaba.

Y apretando el vuelo
Se impulso desde una rama fragil
Que quedo temblando
Bajo el brioso de su marcha.

Poco mas de veinte metros
Y el primer triunfo aleteaba,
Preparo el aterrizaje
Y resbalando con la escarcha,
Para dar con pico y plumas
Chillandole a su mama.

Pese mucho o poco, es cierto:
Salo quien cae sabe andar.

No todo lo azul es cielo
No toda la lluvia cae
La luna no hace a la noche
Solamente es su lunar.

As?...

Venia un hombre por el bosque,
Habia andado todo el dia
Y a lo lejos luz y fiesta
Parpadeando prometian.

Para el mismo dijo 'necio,
Ya llegaste, anda a bailar',
Pero no miro la zanja
Que le dijo aqui te estas.

Conforme doblo la noche
Tanto mas se lamentaba;
Se escuchaban sus reproches,
Pero no asi se miraba.
Quien le oyo mal se diria
Hete un anima sin paz:

'Si esto no te habia pasado,
¿Por que no te iba a pasar?'

La cautela y el cuidado
Pocos dias ruedan de sobra.
Lo seguro esta por verse,
Y lo que viene se ira.

El miedo baila en un dedo,
Quien le escuche le caera;
Vale mas vivir contento
Que dejar de hacerlo igual.

Sabe cada cual lo suyo,
Yo se de esto y poco mas,
Que no cuento porque es largo
Y ya esto aqui se va a acabar.

The Insect, the Bird, and the Man (Song)

Deep within the woods, I found a place

From where one can clearly see

That night falls early there

That afternoon cannot pass

That light in its history lost the
Memory of when its face was cloudy.

Deep within the woods where the strength
And its pine color is old
Smooth stones and bark
Tinted with the passage of time
And a path that leads nowhere
But it's there.

Bordering forests and rivers
Resembling the sun's journey
That travels the paths
With its center of heat.

It hurried and soaked the dew
So that the beautiful morning
Could be seen near and far
In the valley, fresh and clean
And a murmur of leaves narrated
The wood creaked
And the wind moaned in a hollow
And in the green and living grass.

The chirp of an insect
Protested in the bushes
And a large spider
Like the stem of a maple leaf
Contemplated fascinated
The one who broke into its web.

Later, in saying 'moment'
And the tale of a mortal was made.

Not everything white is good
Not everything black is evil
The moon does not make the night
It's just its mole.

So...

From a great pine and its large crown
He resolutely opened his wings
That he flapped twice
In the time it took me to blink.

And pressing his flight
He propelled himself from a fragile branch
That was left trembling
Under the vigor of his departure.

Little more than twenty meters
And the first triumph fluttered,
He prepared for landing
And slipping with the frost,
To fall with beak and feathers
Screaming for his mama.

Whether much or little, it's true:
Only those who fall know how to walk.

Not everything blue is sky
Not all rain falls
The moon does not make the night
It's just its mole.

So?...

A man came through the forest,
He had walked all day
And in the distance, light and celebration
Twinkled with promises.

To himself, he said 'fool,
You've arrived, go and dance',
But he didn't see the ditch
That told him 'here you are'.

As the night deepened
The more he lamented;
His reproaches could be heard,
But he couldn't see himself that way.
Whoever heard him would say
Behold a soul without peace:

'If this hadn't happened to you,
Why wouldn't it happen?'

Caution and care
Roll few days in excess.
What is certain remains to be seen,
And what comes will go.

Fear dances on a finger,
Whoever listens to it will fall;
It's better to live happy
Than to stop doing so anyway.

Everyone knows their own,
I know about this and little more,
Which I won't tell because it's long
And this is going to end here.