Текст и перевод песни Juan Carlos Baglietto - Historias de Mate Cosido (Vivo en el Teatro Opera)

Historias de Mate Cosido (Vivo en el Teatro Opera)

Sentado entre maderas
Y las flores caen
La llama del tabaco
Y la cruz de los barcos

Allá lejos, cuando salen
De la iglesia los compadres
Se sientan a jugar
Al sol

Una fiesta cuesta arriba
Hubo anoche y en la esquina
Amaneció lloviendo

Sentado entre maderas
Y las flores caen
La llama del tabaco
Y la cruz de los barcos

Si las luces de este pueblo
Te preguntan: "¿cómo he muerto?"
Deciles que no sabés
Que no sabés

Mi revolver, mi campera
Mi hacha, mi trampera
Mis viejos perros, mi
Prontuario (¡arriba!)

Tenés que estar prevenido
Un día la lancha
Va a llegar

La esperaré tan tranquilo
Me cambiaré de camisa
Y de puñal

Para que un oficial escriba
En el parte de salida
"Un ahogo"
Se ganará un ascenso
Como padre de familia

Para que un oficial escriba
En el parte de salida
"Un ahogo"
Lo contará en la guardia
Que no tembló

Para que el río se detenga
A la hora señalada
Llegará
Tengo una puñalada
Como una mano más

Stories of Mate Cosido (Live at the Teatro Opera)

Sitting amidst the wood,
And flowers fall like tears.
The tobacco's flame flickers,
And the ships' crosses loom near.

There, in the distance, as they leave,
The church, my friends so dear,
They sit down to play,
Under the sun's warm cheer.

A uphill party raged last night,
And on the corner, I confess,
Dawn broke with rain's gentle caress.

Sitting amidst the wood,
And flowers fall like tears.
The tobacco's flame flickers,
And the ships' crosses loom near.

If this town's lights should inquire,
"How did he die?" they say,
Tell them you don't know, my dear,
You simply cannot say.

My revolver, my weathered coat,
My axe, my trusty snare,
My old dogs, and my,
Criminal record, laid bare. (Get up!)

You must always be prepared,
One day the boat will,
Come to take me away.

I will wait for it so calmly,
I'll change my shirt, you see,
And my dagger, too, with glee.

So an officer can write,
In the departure report's line,
"A drowning," he'll define.
He'll earn a promotion, it's true,
As a family man, through and through.

So an officer can write,
In the departure report's line,
"A drowning," he'll define.
He'll tell the guards with pride,
That he never trembled inside.

For the river to halt its flow,
At the appointed hour, you know,
It will arrive, don't you see?
I have a stab wound, as you know,
Like an extra hand, it does show.