Текст и перевод песни José Larralde - Milonga Pa' Don Antonio

Milonga Pa' Don Antonio

Yo lo he visto pasar, y quién no, en el pago,
Como una sombra pegao a su hermano, nunca vi cosa igual,
Ni los adobes del rancho que los cobijó junto a su mama
Estuvieron tan pegados como ellos,
Ni los ojos de sus ojos vieron tanto pa′ dentro.
Un día quise cantarles una milonga bien pampa,
Como sus huesos, pero la muerte me ganó de mano,
Y Antonio 'Garallaldes′ se marchó pa' siempre,
Y quedó solo Eduardo.
Pero no ha de ser la perra suerte la que me arrime olvido,
Por vos, hermano, vuelvo a gurí,
Y veo el vuelo de tu alma con aquellas gaviotas
Que forjaron mi primer sonrisa de mocoso ingenuo,
Cuando te ensuciaban el sombrero.
Con la pata afirmada al pescante y echao
Al respaldo las riendas de tiento,
Con el negro chambergo a la frente,
Antigua de sueño y antigua de tiempo,
Yo lo he visto pasar... encorbao y callao,
Yo le he visto flamear... su pañuelo enlutao.
Con el látigo echao en el hombro
Del saco raído, rateao por los años,
Y a su lado, pegao como sombra,
La grave figura de su único hermano,
Yo lo he visto pasar... encorbao y callado,
Yo lo he visto pasar... enyuntando un dolor.
De gurí se me arrima el recuerdo,
De aquellas aradas y siembras al paso,
Y esas tardes que al rancho llegaba,
Y al campo me asías alzado en tus brazos,
Nunca habré de olvidar el calor de tu mano,
Ni el deseo de andar correteando a tu lao.
Alambrando potreros ajenos
Pasaste la vida estirando esperanzas,
Pero el poste se quiebra de cuajo
Y la púa del tiempo la vida te arranca,
Yo te he visto cinchar, pa' ganarte un bocao,
Correteando a tu lado, mi recuerdo ha de estar.

Milonga for Don Antonio

I have seen him pass, and who has not, in the payment,
Like a shadow stuck to his brother, I have never seen anything like it,
Not even the adobe bricks of the ranch that sheltered them with their mother
Were as close as they were,
Not even the eyes of their eyes saw so much inside.
One day I wanted to sing them a milonga, a real pampa milonga,
Like their bones, but death beat me to it,
And Antonio 'Garallaldes' left forever,
And Eduardo was left alone.
But it shall not be the rotten luck that brings me oblivion,
For you, brother, I go back to being a child,
And I see the flight of your soul with those seagulls
That forged my first smile as a naive little boy,
When they used to dirty your hat.
With your foot on the coachman's seat and leaning
On the back of the reins of leather,
With your black hat on your forehead,
Ancient with sleep and ancient with time,
I have seen him pass... hunched over and silent,
I have seen him wave... his mourning handkerchief.
With the whip thrown over his shoulder
Of his worn-out, years-worn jacket,
And by his side, attached like a shadow,
The serious figure of his only brother,
I have seen him pass... hunched over and silent,
I have seen him pass... yoking a pain.
As a child, the memory comes to me,
Of those plowed fields and planted fields at a time,
And those afternoons when you would arrive at the ranch,
And you would take me to the countryside in your arms,
I will never forget the warmth of your hand,
Nor the desire to run around next to you.
Fencing pastures of others
You spent your life stretching out hope,
But the post breaks suddenly
And the prick of time takes your life away,
I have seen you cinch, to earn a bit,
Running next to you, my memory will be there.