Текст и перевод песни Zully Murillo - Mis Recuerdos

Mis Recuerdos

Hay vienen los muchachos
A arreglarme la casa
Dizque a acomodarme
Dicen que hay mucho chechere
Mucha cosa vieja
Quieren modernizarme.
Pero ellos no comprenden,
Lo que a mis recuerdos ellas alimentan
Con cosas que pasaron pero que en mi vida
Dejaron su huella.

A mi batea, déjenla ahí
Al rayo y al manduco,
Al barreton, al asadon
Dejen esa canoa,
Junto con la palanca, el canalete
Y también con la atarraya,
La plancha de carbón,
La maquina de manivela.

Ay dejen ahí, dejen ahí
No me toquen mis cosas
Muchachos dejen ahí.

Ay dejen ahí, dejen ahí
Que ellas a mis recuerdos alimentan.

Ay la paleadera,
No toquen la azotea
Ay no la barbacoa
No me tumben el horno de barro
Las piedras del fogón no me las boten
La piedra de moler, la mano de piedra.

Ay dejen ahí, ay dejen ahí,
Dejen ahí.

(Dejen ahí)
Mi cama de matrimonio
(Dejen ahí)
Ay dejen ahí la cómoda
(Dejen ahí)
Cierren ese baúl no me lo abran
Ningún cartas de amor,
Mi toldillo de rengue
La escare, la panameña
No toquen mis chalinas
Tampoco el coyer y tila combinación
La faja de varillas de las dietas
El calzón de bolitas
Y el otro de jaretas
Ay no boten mi putarra
Cuidado descarachan la mica
Mi mate meador no me lo boten

Ay dejen ahí, dejen ahí
No me toquen mis cosas muchachos
No me las toquen dejen ahí

Dejen ahí, dejen ahí

La tinaja de barro
El calabaso
Las cucharas de matescate
Y el petate
El piombo
La bacara
El aguamanil
El tanque
Los labaos

Ay dejen ahí, ay déjenme ahí
Ay déjenme ahí mis cosas
Ay caramba
(Dejen ahí, dejen ahí)
Ay dejen la "jorencia"
Por dios dejen ahí

Y el machetico pompo de mango quebrado
Mejor no lo toquen
Ese era de mi abuelo
Cuando en esa guerra
Comenzaba el siglo XX
Le sirvió pa defenderse
Porque en esos tiempos andaba en el monte
Luchando por su vida, la de su familia y por sus
Ideales

Y morian todos y liberales, y morian todso y liberales
Luchando por su vida, la de sus familiares y
Por sus ideales
Moriantodos y liberales, morian todos y liberales.

Tierra y rio de mi patria
Que tanto inocente tiño con su sangre
Morian todos y liberales, morian todos y liberales
Aparecían cadáveres entre los sanjones, y los matorrales
Morian todos y liberales, morian todos y liberales
Y luego disque civiles, guerrilleros, paras y tambien
Militares.

Ay ay dejenme ahi mis cosas
Dejen ahi lo mio
Ay no me toquen mis cosas
Muchachos dejen el machetico ahi
(Dejen ahi) ay hombe
(Dejen ahi)
Que ellas a mis recuerdos alimentan

Dejen ahi ay hombe
Ay dejen ahi, ay dejen ahi
Ay mis cosas
No me las toquen
No me boten nada por Dios

(Ay dejen ahí)
(Ay dejen ahí)...

My Memories

Here come the boys
To fix my house
Supposedly to make it suitable
They said there's a lot of clutter
Lots of old stuff
They want to modernize me.
But they don't understand,
That these things feed my memories
With things that happened but in my life
They left their mark.

My trough, leave it there
To the lightning and the manduco,
To the crowbar, to the hoe
Leave that canoe,
Along with the lever, the paddle
And also with the cast net,
The iron plate,
The hand-cranked machine.

Oh leave it, leave it
Don't touch my things
Boys, leave it there.

Oh leave it, leave it
They feed my memories.

Oh the bucket,
Don't touch the roof
Oh, no, not the hammock!
Don't tear down my clay oven
Don't throw away the stones from the stove
The grinding stone, the stone hand.

Oh leave it, leave it, leave it
Leave it there.

(Leave it there)
My marriage bed
(Leave it there)
Oh leave the dresser there
(Leave it there)
Close that trunk, don't open it
No love letters,
My linen canopy
The palanquin, the Panamanian
Don't touch my shawls
Nor the coyer and tila combination
The boned corset from the diet
The polka-dot panties
And the other one with the ribbons
Oh don't throw away my hat
Be careful not to break the mica
Don't throw away my pee bottle

Oh leave it, leave it
Don't touch my things, boys
Don't touch them, leave it there

Leave it, leave it

The clay jar
The calabash
The spoons made of calabash
And the mat
The lead
The bacara
The washbasin
The tank
The washbasins

Oh leave it, leave me there
Oh, leave my things there
Oh boy
(Leave it there, leave it there)
Oh, leave the "jorencia" alone
For God's sake, leave it there

And the small machete with a broken mango
Better not touch it
It belonged to my grandfather
When in that war
The 20th century began
It served him to defend himself
Because in those days he was in the mountains
Fighting for his life, his family and his
Ideals

And they all died, Conservatives and Liberals, and they all died, Conservatives and Liberals
Fighting for their lives, their families, and
For their ideals
They all died, Conservatives and Liberals, they all died, Conservatives and Liberals.

Land and rivers of my country
That so many innocent people stained with their blood
They all died, Conservatives and Liberals, they all died, Conservatives and Liberals
Corpses appeared among the ditches, and the bushes
They all died, Conservatives and Liberals, they all died, Conservatives and Liberals
And then supposedly civilians, guerrillas, paramilitaries, and also
Soldiers.

Oh oh, leave my things alone
Leave my things alone
Oh don't touch my things
Boys, leave the little machete there
(Leave it there) oh man
(Leave it there)
They feed my memories

Leave it there, oh man
Oh, leave it there, oh, leave it there
Oh, my things
Don't touch them
For God's sake, don't throw anything away

(Oh leave it there)
(Oh leave it there)...