Originally posted by scacchipazzo
That is a truly wonderful song and a stunning poem to boot! Few poet composers have ever come up with a song such as this one.
English translation:
What a great guitarist also!
Gives me motivation to learn Spanish!
(Song)
It was a tape of fire,
galloping, galloping.
Revolt Mane in flares,
I am naming my sorrel.
I climb the mountains with the Moon,
He crossed the valleys snowing.
One hundred paths walked,
I am naming my sorrel.
What Dark Ribbon of snow
You pialó next to the barranco do.?
Was that he did not see it,?
Do star were looking for do.??
At the bottom of the abyss,
or a voice to name it.
Solito was dying,
my horse, my horse.
In Pitchfork from a logging
There is a solo backpack,
and there is a corral without neighing,
I am naming my sorrel.
If as some say,
There is Heaven pal' good horse,
There will be freight,
galloping, galloping.
Dark snow loop
You pialó next to the ravine.
Was that he did not see it,?
Do star were looking for do.??
At the bottom of the abyss,
or a voice to name it.
Solito was dying,
my horse, my horse.
Microsoft Translator
(Song)
It was a ribbon of fire,
Galloping, galloping.
Horsehair revolt in flares,
My sorrel tea i am naming.
He climbed the mountains with moon,
Crossed the valleys snowing.
We walked about a hundred ways,
My sorrel tea i am naming.
What dark snow loop
You pialo along the ravine ¿.
How was that not the dresses do ,
What star you've been searching for.
At the bottom of the chasm,
Or a voice to appoint him.
Solito was dying,
My horse, my horse.
In a forked branch of a logging
There is a backpack alone,
And there is a poultry without puffs and neighs,
My sorrel tea i am naming.
If it is as some say,
There are skies that pal' good horse,
By placed Andara my freight there,
Galloping, galloping.
Dark snow loop
You pialo along the side of the ravine.
How was that not the dresses do ,
What star you've been searching for.
At the bottom of the chasm,
Or a voice to appoint him.
Solito was dying,
My horse, my horse.
SDL
(Song)
It was a fire tape,
galloping, galloping.
Mane stirred(rummaged) in flares,
my sorrel I am naming you.
I climb the saws with moon,
it crossed the vales snowing.
Hundred ways we walked,
my sorrel I am naming you.
What dark snow bond
you pialó along with(near to) the ravine:.
How was it that it does not dress it:,
What star were you walking looking:.
At the bottom of the abyss,
not even a voice to name it.
Solito was dying,
my horse, my horse.
In a pitchfork of it fells
there is a solitary haversack,
and there is a corral without neighing,
my sorrel I am naming you.
If it is as they say some,
that there is golly pal' good horse,
round there it will walk my charter,
galloping, galloping.
Dark snow bond
you pialó along with(near to) the ravine.
How was it that it does not dress it:,
What star were you walking looking:.
At the bottom of the abyss,
not even a voice to name it.
Solito was dying,
my horse, my horse.
Atahualpa Yupanqui, Great composer:
01 Sep '13 20:501 edit
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