Текст и перевод песни Manuel García - Pupila de Aguila

Pupila de Aguila

Un pajarillo
Vino a posarse
Bajo mi arbolito

Pero de noche
Yo no podía
Ver su dibujito

Se lamentaba
De que una jaula
Lo hizo prisionero

Que las plumillas
Una por una
Se las arrancaron

Quise curarlo
Con mi cariño
Más el pajarillo

Guardó silencio
Como una tumba
Hasta que amaneció

Llegan los claros
De un bello día
El viento sacudió

Todo el ramaje
De mi arbolito
Y allí se descubrió

Que el pajarito
Tenía el alma
Más herida que yo

Y por las grietas
Que le sangraban
Su vida se escapó

En su garganta
Dolido trino
Llora su corazón

Le abrí mi canto
Y en mi vihuela
Lo repitió el bordón

Ya mejoraba
Ya sonreía
Con mi medicina

Cuando una tarde
Llegó una carta
De su jaula antigua

En mi arbolito
Brotaron flores
Negras y moradas

Porque el correo
Vino a buscarlo
Mis ojos lloraban

Desaparece
Me deja en prenda
Toda su amargura

Se lleva ufano
Mi flor más tierna
Mi sol y mi luna

En el momento
De su partida
En mi cuello un collar

Dejó olvidado
Y como aladino
Yo le empecé a frotar

Pasan minutos
Pasan las horas
Y toda una vida

Por el milagro
De aquella joya
Lo he visto regresar

Con más heridas
Con más silencio
Y con garras largas

Sus buenos días
Mi piel desgarra
Con ácida maldad

Ave que llega
Sin procedencia
Y no sabe dónde va

Es prisionera
En su propio vuelo
Ave mala será

Ave maligna
Siembra cizaña
Bebe, calla y se va

Cierra tu puente
Cierra tu canto
Tira la llave al mar

Un pajarillo
Vino llorando
Lo quise consolar

Toqué sus ojos
Con mi pañuelo
Pupila de águila

Pupila de águila

Eagle Eye

A little bird
Came to rest
Under my little tree

But at night
I could not
See his little drawing

He lamented
That a cage
Made him a prisoner

That the little feathers
One by one
Were plucked from him

I wanted to heal him
With my love
But the little bird

Kept silent
Like a tomb
Until dawn

The clearings arrive
Of a beautiful day
The wind shook

All the foliage
Of my little tree
And there it was discovered

That the little bird
Had a soul
More wounded than me

And through the cracks
That bled
His life escaped

In his throat
Grieving trill
His heart cries

I opened my song to him
And on my guitar
The drone repeated it

He was already getting better
He was already smiling
With my medicine

When one afternoon
A letter arrived
From his old cage

On my little tree
Flowers sprouted
Black and purple

Because the mail
Came to look for him
My eyes were crying

He disappears
He leaves me as a pledge
All his bitterness

He proudly takes
My most tender flower
My sun and my moon

At the moment
Of his departure
On my neck a necklace

He left it forgotten
And like Aladdin
I started to rub it

Minutes pass
Hours pass
And a lifetime

By the miracle
Of that jewel
I've seen him return

With more wounds
With more silence
And with long claws

His good mornings
My skin is torn
With acidic evil

Bird that arrives
Without origin
And doesn't know where to go

She is a prisoner
In her own flight
She will be a bad bird

She is a malicious bird
She sows discord
She drinks, shuts up and leaves

Close your bridge
Close your song
Throw the key into the sea

A little bird
Came crying
I wanted to comfort her

I touched her eyes
With my handkerchief
Eagle Eye

Eagle Eye