Текст и перевод песни Leon Gieco - Maturana - Versión En Cañada

Maturana - Versión En Cañada

Estoy aquí, en el campo donde mi abuelo
Donde viví los primeros años
Eh, y quería grabar en este lugar una zamba
Que se llama Maturana y es del Cuchi Leguizamón

El que canta es Maturana
Chileno de nacimiento
Anda rodando la tierra
Con toda su tierra dentro
Anda rodando la tierra
Con toda su tierra dentro

De tanto andar esos montes
En Salta se ha vuelto hachero
Si va a voltear un quebracho
Su sangre llora primero
Si va a voltear un quebracho
Su sangre llora primero

Chilenito y desterrado
En el vino que te duerme
Dormida llora tu tierra
En el vino que te duerme
Dormida llora tu tierra

Quizás el carbón se acuerde
Del hombre que lo quemaba
Y con el humo irá al cielo
Machadito Maturana
Y con el humo irá al cielo
Machadito Maturana

Qué será de este hacherito
De ese que no tuvo nada
Quizá lo lloren los vinos
Que ese chileno tomaba
Quizá lo lloren los vinos
Que ese chileno tomaba

Chilenito y desterrado
En el vino que te duerme
Dormida llora tu tierra
En el vino que te duerme
Dormida llora tu tierra

Maturana - Versión En Cañada

I'm here, in the field where my grandfather
Where I lived for the first few years
Hey, and I wanted to record in this place a zamba
That's called Maturana and it's from Cuchi Leguizamón

Maturana is the one who sings
Chilean by birth
He's traveling the earth
With all his land inside
He's traveling the earth
With all his land inside

From walking those mountains so much
In Salta, he has become a logger
If he's going to cut down a quebracho
His blood will weep first
If he's going to cut down a quebracho
His blood will weep first

Little Chilean and exiled
In the wine that makes you sleep
Your land cries
In the wine that makes you sleep
Your land cries

Perhaps the coal will remember
The man who burned it
And with the smoke it will go to heaven
Maturana, the axeman
And with the smoke it will go to heaven
Maturana, the axeman

What will become of this little logger
The one who had nothing
Perhaps the wines that this Chilean drank will mourn him
Perhaps the wines that this Chilean drank will mourn him
Perhaps the wines that this Chilean drank will mourn him
Perhaps the wines that this Chilean drank will mourn him

Little Chilean and exiled
In the wine that makes you sleep
Your land cries
In the wine that makes you sleep
Your land cries