Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - A Una Encina Verde

A Una Encina Verde

...Y de haber nacido en la tierra baja
Pudo ser timón y volverse al mar.
Pudo ser rueda y ver mundo,
Ser mango, cuna o altar.
Pudo ser ceniza y humo
O pudo, simplemente, no haber nacido
Donde manda el roble, pero ahí nació
Desafiando las reglas,
Consentida por el sol.
Más cerca de las estrellas.
De abrazarse al suelo,
A pelear la tierra
Con los aguaceros,
De rellenar grietas
Con bojes, tomillos y enebros,
De andar huyéndole al hacha
Que el amo blande ligero...,
Nudos amargos duelen en tus maderas,
Encina verde.
Que tus contornos te quieran,
Que te respete la muerte.
Que es bueno que cuando el haya enrojece
Y los caminos mudan de color,
Entre esqueletos de robles,
Salpiques con tu verdor
Las palideces del bosque.

To a Green Holm Oak

...And if you had been born in the lowlands,
You could have been a tiller and turned to the sea.
You could have been a wheel and seen the world,
Been a handle, cradle, or altar.
You could have been ash and smoke,
Or you could have simply not been born,
Where the oak rules, but there you were born,
Defying the rules,
Favored by the sun.
Closer to the stars.
From embracing the ground,
To fighting for the earth
With the downpours,
From filling in cracks
With box trees, thymes, and junipers,
From fleeing the axe
That the master wields lightly...,
Bitter knots hurt your wood,
Green holm oak.
May your contours love you,
May death respect you.
That it is good that when the beech tree reddens
And the paths change color,
Among skeletons of oak trees,
You splash with your greenery
The paleness of the forest.