Текст и перевод песни Susana Baca - Coplas a Manuel Barrenechea

Coplas a Manuel Barrenechea

Tiene un secreto mi tierra y me lo ha contado
Tiene un secreto mi tierra, me lo ha contado
Dice que se ha enamorado de un duende que la estremece
Tiene un secreto mi tierra, me lo ha contado
El duende que la estremece la ha enamorado
La surcaba y piropeaba, deshierbaba y preparaba
La adornó de marineras y mi tierra se dejaba
Mi tierra tomó su fuerza del brazo de mi paisano
Tendida, inmóvil, dispuesta, se abría y se le ofrecía
Cañetano es mi paisano con duende de morería
Cañetano es mi paisano con duende de morería
Abierta para la siembra, se cubrió para su riego
Y la entraña inseminada le brotó como respuesta
Cañetano es mi paisano con duende de morería
Cañetano es mi paisano con duende de morería
Y se ha guardado mi tierra, muy en secreto
Y se ha guardado mi tierra, muy en secreto
El beso que él le dejaba y el adiós para el recuerdo
De la vida que le diera y la que de ella tomara
Le sintió por el camino que lo alejaba
Le sintió por el camino que lo alejaba
Se empinó para mirarle y le voló una sonrisa
Quieta sin poder gritarle y sin poder retenerle
Y se marchó, mi paisano, se marchó para el olvido
La quiso para él solito y la apretó en la memoria
Y el día de su partida, mi tierra se preparaba
Hace de hembra compartida y madre multiplicada
Y se ha quedado mi tierra sin el criollo que la amaba
Se lo ha quitado la historia, la historia la rescataba
Y se marchó, mi paisano, llevándose luz y lumbre
Una rosa y una estela quemaba el pecho candela

Verses to Manuel Barrenechea

My land has a secret and it has told me
My land has a secret and it has told me
It says it has fallen in love with a spirit that thrills it
My land has a secret and it has told me
The spirit that thrills it has made it fall in love
It plowed and complimented it, weeded and prepared it
It adorned it with marineras and my land gave itself
My land took its strength from the arm of my countryman
Stretched out, still, willing, it opened up and offered itself to him
Cañetano is my countryman with the spirit of the Moors
Cañetano is my countryman with the spirit of the Moors
Open for planting, it covered itself for watering
And the seeded entrails sprouted as a response
Cañetano is my countryman with the spirit of the Moors
Cañetano is my countryman with the spirit of the Moors
And my land has kept it, very secretly
And my land has kept it, very secretly
The kiss he left it and the goodbye for the memory
Of the life he gave it and what he took from it
She felt him on the road that led him away
She felt him on the road that led him away
She raised herself to look at him and a smile flew to her
Still without being able to shout or hold him back
And he left, my countryman, he left for oblivion
He wanted it for himself alone and he pressed it into his memory
And on the day of his departure, my land prepared itself
It became a shared female and a multiplied mother
And my land was left without the Creole who loved it
History has taken him away, history has rescued it
And he left, my countryman, taking light and fire
A rose and a star burned his candle chest