Текст и перевод песни Fernando Delgadillo - Intrusiones de 10 Mozos

Intrusiones de 10 Mozos

Revisé el ministrilete
Y la manera como actuó;
Vi que tuvo algo de suerte
Y con engaños me enredó.
Pero me dije en secreto:
'Ahora no lo dejo hablar...
Vamos a acosarlo, sí,
Hasta que empiece a confesar
Que no es de ninguna forma
Un sabio, sino un charlatán.'
Y al final de sus cantares
Yo fingí una falsa tos,
Le robé algunos aplausos
Y exclamé con recia voz.
-Diré lo que opinan todos;
Pero ¿qué escuchamos, saco?
Diantres, que ha llevado usted
Una vida de bellaco.
Nada tiene de ejemplar
Su existencia aventurera,
Como no sea el espantar
Al niño que va a la escuela,
Lo que le puede pasar
Si no cumple sus tareas.
Bochorno debería darle,
Y habla de conocimientos,
De lecciones; y aún le aplauden,
Pamplinas sin fundamentos.
Ha faltado a esta asamblea,
Ya sólo para acabar,
Que se estiren las orejas
Y empiecen a rebuznar.
Así que en este momento
Le ruego tome sus cuentas,
Enseñanzas y canciones,
Para que tome el camino
Por el rumbo que ha venido,
Como vino a dar lecciones
Que nadie le había pedido.
Ande ya, vuelva al sendero
De la perdición sin demorar;
No necesitamos, gracias,
Sus lecciones, por ahora.
El bribón cruzó los brazos
Y ya no me cupo más duda,
Y dije: -me supongo que
Tal vez necesita usted ayuda.
Y a la gente hice notar
Que precisaba voluntarios.
Vinieron diez mozos fuertes,
Me cogieron entre varios
Para arrojarme a la fuente
Y desoír mis comentarios.
Yo volé como un palomo
No me alcancé a resistir;
Y luego rugió un gran coro:
-Cese ya de interrumpir.
Más yo no había dicho todo,
Así que me puse en pie
Con porte altivo y bizarro,
Y de pronto... ¡achú!, estornudé,
Presa de un fuerte catarro.
-Así que... ¡achú!- Comencé-.
Dijo usted que... ¡achú, achú!
¿A quién pretende engañar?
Y él me dijo:
-Salud... oiga, pare ya de estornudar,
¿Es alergia?
-No, catarro-Contesté
Cuando sacaba
De la chaqueta el pañuelo
Que mi nariz precisaba.
-Espero no intente usted
Sonarse aquí, frente a todos.
-Dijo y agregó discreto:
-Mostraría muy malos modos.
-¡Caramba! con su permiso
-Me excusé-. Tiene razón,
Un público distinguido
Siempre exige educación;
No tardo ni un momentito.
Y me escurrí con sigilo,
Intentando al retirarme
El pasar inadvertido.
Él asintió comprensivo
Mientras desvió la mirada,
Para examinar sus dedos
De uñas algo maltratadas.
Luego, revisó la suela
De su bota agujereada,
Y por último a una piedra,
Le dio una buena patada.
Yo me soné la nariz
Con seis fuertes bocinazos.
La gente fingió no oír
Mientras se cruzó de brazos.
Volví un poco arrepentido
Pero bastante aliviado
Y ocupé un modesto sitio,
Aún tímido y remojado.
-Ande, venga, cuente usted
Algo que nos quiera contar.
Dijo alguien, y yo agregué:
-Conde Bruno del Breñal.
Que al escucharse nombrado
Recobró la compostura;
Se irguió y exclamó arrogante
Con soberbia y apostura.
-Conde Bruno, conde Bruno,
Conde Bruno ese soy yo:
Así me decía una princesita
Que me conoció.
Ni son quién para saberlo,
Ni debía contarlo yo,
Pero cuando era un mancebo
Mis amores tuve con la hijita
Casta y consentida
De incauto señor feudal.
Que se iba de cacería
Dejando libre el lugar
Que un ufano, si es galano,
Siempre puede aprovechar.
De modo que así comienza
Y para su conocimiento
Esta historia que no es cuento,
Aunque alguno así lo piense.
La princesa ha estado triste,
Que triste, triste no estaba,
Pera la falta de sueño
La tenía desmejorada.

Intrusions of 10 Lads

I reviewed the ministrel's show,
The way he played his role,
I saw some luck was on his side,
And trickery did unfold.
But to myself, I secretly said,
"I won't let him speak this time...
We'll hound him, yes, it's true,
Until he starts to confess,
That he's in no way wise,
But a charlatan in disguise."
And at the end of his songs,
I feigned a cough so sly,
Stole some applause his way,
And exclaimed with a voice so high.
-"I'll say what everyone thinks;
But what is this we hear, you hack?
Goodness, you've led a life,
Of a scoundrel, and that's a fact.
There's nothing exemplary
In your adventurous way,
Except to scare the child,
Who's on his way to school today,
Of what might come his way,
If he doesn't obey the rules.
Shame should be upon your face,
You speak of knowledge and lore,
Of lessons; and they still applaud,
Nonsense without a core.
You've insulted this assembly,
Just to finish it all,
May their ears stretch long and wide,
And start to hee-haw and bawl."
So at this very moment,
I urge you to take your things,
Your teachings and your songs,
And head back the way you came,
The path from where you sprang,
As you came to give lessons,
That no one had ever asked."
Go on now, return to the path,
Of perdition without delay;
We don't need your lessons, thank you,
Not for now, anyway.
The rascal crossed his arms,
And I had no more doubt,
And said: "I suppose that
Perhaps you need some help out."
And to the people I pointed out,
That volunteers were required.
Ten strong lads came forth,
They grabbed me, as they conspired,
To throw me into the fountain,
And ignore my commentary fountain.
I flew like a dove in flight,
I couldn't even resist;
And then a great chorus roared:
-"Stop interrupting, desist!"
But I hadn't said it all,
So I rose up to my feet,
With a proud and gallant stance,
And suddenly... achoo! I sneezed,
A victim of a strong circumstance.
-"So... achoo!" I began.-
You said that... achoo, achoo!
Who are you trying to fool?"
And he said to me:
-"Bless you... listen, stop sneezing, it's cruel,
Is it allergies?"
-"No, a cold"- I replied
As I pulled out
The handkerchief from my jacket,
That my nose sorely cried.
-"I hope you're not going to
Blow your nose here, in front of everyone."
-He said and added discreetly:
-"That would show very bad manners, son."
-"Goodness! With your permission,"
-I apologized-. "You're right,
A distinguished audience
Always demands etiquette;
I won't be a moment."
And I slipped away with stealth,
Trying as I withdrew,
To go unnoticed by stealth.
He nodded understandingly,
As he looked away with grace,
To examine his fingers,
With nails in a sorry state.
Then, he checked the sole,
Of his boot, all worn and frayed,
And finally, at a stone,
He gave it a good kick, unafraid.
I blew my nose,
With six loud honks so grand.
The people pretended not to hear,
With arms crossed, they did stand.
I returned a bit repentant,
But quite relieved within,
And took a modest seat,
Still shy and soaking wet, my skin.
-"Come on, tell us
Something you want to share."
Someone said, and I added:
-"Count Bruno del Breñal, so rare."
Upon hearing his name called,
He regained his composure bold;
He stood tall and exclaimed arrogantly,
With pride and a story to be told.
-"Count Bruno, Count Bruno,
Count Bruno, that is I:
That's what a little princess used to call me,
Who knew me in days gone by.
You're not the ones to know,
Nor should I tell it, it's true,
But when I was a young man,
I had my love affairs with the daughter, boo hoo,
Chaste and consentida
Of an unwary feudal lord.
Who would go hunting,
Leaving the place unguarded,
That a proud man, if he's gallant,
Can always take advantage of, unmarred.
So this is how it begins,
And for your knowledge I impart,
This story that is no mere tale,
Though some may think it art.
The princess has been sad,
Well, sad, sad she was not,
But the lack of sleep
Had left her looking distraught."