Текст и перевод песни Los Potros - El barzon

El barzon

Esas tierras del rincón
Las sembré con un buey pando,
Se me reventó el barzón
Y sigue la yunta andando

Cuando llegué a media tierra

El arado iba enterrado
Se enterró hasta la telera
El timón se deshojó
El yugo se iba pandeando
El barzón iba rozando
El sembrador me iba hablando
Yo le dije al sembrador
No me hable cuando ande arando
Se me reventó el barzón
Y sigue la yunta andando

Cuando acabé de piscar

Vino el rico y lo partió
Todo el maíz se lo llevó
Ni pa'comer me dejó
Me presentó aquí la cuenta
Aquí debes veinte pesos
De la renta de unos bueyes
Cinco pesos de magueyes
De frijol que te prestamos
De maíz que te habilitamos
Cinco pesos de unas fundas
Seis pesos no se de que
Pero todo está en la cuenta
Además los veinte reales
Que sacaste de la tienda
Con todo el maíz que te toca
No le pagas a la tienda

Ahora vete a trabajar

Pa' que sigas abonando
No'más me quedé pensando
Que patrón tan sinvergüenza
Todo mi maíz se llevó
Para su maldita troca

Se me reventó el barzón
Y sigue la yunta andando

Cuando llegué a mi casita
Me decía mi prenda amada
¿'ontá el maíz que te toca?
Le respondí yo muy triste:
El patrón se lo llevó
Por lo que debía en la hacienda
Pero me dijo el patrón
Que contara con la tienda
Ahora voy a trabajar
Para seguirle abonado
Veinte pesos diez centavos
Unos que salgo restando
Me decía mi prenda amada:
No trabajes con ese hombre
No'más nos esta robando
Anda con el comite
Que te apunten en la lista
Que no ves a mi compadre
A su hemana y a su yerno
Estan sembrando muy agusto
Tierras que les dio el gobierno

Se me rebento el barzon
Y sigue la yunta andando

The Yoke

Those lands of the corner
I sowed them with an albino ox,
My yoke broke
And the team kept plowing

When I reached halfway through the field

The plow was buried
It was buried all the way to the coulter
The beam broke apart
The yoke was bending
The yoke was rubbing
The sower was talking to me
I said to the sower
Don't talk to me when I'm plowing
My yoke broke
And the team kept plowing

When I finished harvesting

The rich man came and divided it up
He took all the corn
He didn't leave me any to eat
He presented me with the bill here
You owe twenty pesos here
For the rent of some oxen
Five pesos for maguey plants
For beans that you borrowed
For corn that we provided
Five pesos for some sacks
Six pesos for I don't know what
But it's all in the bill
In addition to the twenty reales
That you took from the store
With all the corn that you're entitled to
You still don't pay the store

Now go to work

So that you can continue to pay
I just stood there thinking
What a shameless boss
He took all my corn
For his damn pickup truck

My yoke broke
And the team kept plowing

When I got to my little house
My sweetheart said to me
Where's the corn that you're entitled to?
I answered her very sadly:
The boss took it
For what I owed on the farm
But the boss told me
That I could count on the store
Now I'm going to work
To continue to pay him
Twenty pesos and ten cents
Some I'm subtracting
My sweetheart said to me:
Don't work with that man
He's just robbing us
Go with the committee
Have them put you on the list
Don't you see my friend
His brother-in-law and his son-in-law
They're planting very nicely
Land that the government gave them

My yoke broke
And the team kept plowing