Текст и перевод песни Roberto Goyeneche - Temblando

Temblando

Linda estaba la tarde que la vide
El patio de su rancho acomodando
Y aunque guapo pa' todo me sentia
No pude hablar, y me quede temblando
Estaba como nunca la habia visto
Vestido livianito, de saraza
Con el pelo volcado entre los hombros
Era una virgen que encontre en la casa
Ni ella ni yo, ninguno dijo nada
Con sus ojazos me siguio quemando
Dejo la escoba que tenia en la mano
Me quiso hablar... y se quedo temblando
Era el recuerdo del amor primero
Amor nacido en nuestra edad temprana
Como esas flores rusticas del campo
Que nacen de la noche a la mañana
Amor que esta oculto en los adobes
De su rancho paterno, tan secillo
Y en la corteza del ombu del patio
Escrito con la punta del cuchillo
Me di vuelta, pisando despacito
Como quien desconfia de una trampa
Envolviendo recuerdos y emociones
Entre las listas de mi poncho pampa
No se que me paso, monté a caballo
Y sali galopando a rienda suelta
Con todos los recuerdos y emociones
Que en las listas del poncho saque envueltas
Linda estaba la tarde que la vide
El patio de su rancho acomodando
La tarde que aunque guapo me sentia
No pude hablarla y me quede temblando

Temblando

She was beautiful that evening when I saw her
Tidying up the patio of her ranch
And although I felt handsome enough for anything
I could not speak and stood trembling
She was like I had never seen her before
Dressed lightly, in chintz
With her hair flowing over her shoulders
She was a virgin I found at home
Neither she nor I said anything
With her big eyes she continued to burn me
She dropped the broom she had in her hand
She wanted to speak to me... and stood trembling
It was the memory of our first love
A love born in our youth
Like those rustic flowers of the countryside
That are born from night to morning
A love that is hidden in the adobe
Of her father's ranch, so simple
And in the bark of the ombu tree in the patio
Carved with the tip of a knife
I turned away, treading softly
Like someone who mistrusts a trap
Wrapping up memories and emotions
Between the stripes of my pampa poncho
I don't know what happened to me, I mounted my horse
And galloped off at full speed
With all the memories and emotions
That were wrapped up in the stripes of the poncho
She was beautiful that evening when I saw her
Tidying up the patio of her ranch
The evening when, although I felt handsome
I could not speak to her and stood trembling