Herencia pa' un hijo gaucho - Parte I -

When the song reaches me... it reaches me so,
decisive and meaningful for no or for yes.
When the song reaches me, I usually say,
What the one who feels and wants to feel feels.
When the song reaches me, I get into it,
it tells me its things and I... and I too.
When the song reaches me, I give it my voice;
Because I love this land that God has given me.
When I release my song, they will see it,
Naked like the soul I put in it.
Come song brother, I'm here,
Waiting for your verse I will live,
And embraced by your verse they will find me
those who measure the time that was and will come.
Night of memories I know how to wait
early mornings of dreams from here and there.
When my time comes, they will remain
the warmth of my verses for others.
That's why, if I cover wide, what's up?
Are you going to tell me it's wrong because you don't like it?
I don't like the cold either
and the same way some icy blows fall
And I endure them,
Because I know they serve even though...
even if I shiver.
What are they for?...
Very easy; to know how beautiful warmth is.
If there were no no, the yes would be unnecessary.
Sin has been invented, and what is it for?
To be able to locate four words that are:
That's not done.
Punishment has been invented, and what is it for?
Precisely so that another can do what you shouldn't do.
And forgiveness has been invented, and what is it for?
To ease the conscience of the one who gives it,
it's a good way to forgive oneself,
then, we are already good, and we can continue blowing honesty:
Aha; nice word, too bad it's kind of long,
Maybe that's why it's sometimes a bit uncomfortable to place it:
Oh, if the packhorse is lame, don't kill it,
do you know what happens?
I still haven't learned to rest uphill.

I will give you a lot of gratitude if you try to understand me.
I know it's a lot to ask,
not because you are ignorant, or ill-intentioned.
But because I'm kind of wild and I use to make myself understood
a neigh, which some call a song;
and in the end it's the same. because there are beautiful neighs and others;
Just like flowers.
Have you ever looked at the flowers?
Once looking at the bugs in the field I noticed that the bees and butterflies, don't choose the most beautiful flowers to stand on.
From there I learned, that beauty must be inside.
Just like in the neigh,
And if not, tell me how good the hairy stew is?.

By looking up, my neck hardened,
From there?... from there I learned to look down;
and the first thing I saw, left me amazed;
I saw the twisted root of a plant that appeared as if it were a callus grown on the earth's chest.
Around it the fallen leaves and the dry and defeated branches
With a moaning and agonizing whistle that accompanied the winter wind.
I saw a turtledove huddled in the shelter of a wild straw
That made a stand as if defending, that warm-blooded child that its weed species did not give it.
Its nest, its nest had flown away, in a shake
As the arrogant pride of the dense canopy flew.
And there was the root, sweating dew to the frosts
Growing inside, licking stones to give birth to summer.
From there... from there I precisely learned, to look down,
I looked at my feet and I was ashamed, of dirtying the earth with the espadrilles.
I don't know if you understand me,
but don't get close to me, I have mine.
I have a winter coat, to burn all year.
I want you to understand me because I cover wide,
Because I don't want to leave my doves at the mercy of the wind without any precautions.
Because I have roots that grow inside licking stones to give birth to summer.
That's why I neigh, or... or that's why I sing.
That's why I dare to extend my hand with my opinions which are quite a few,
Of son, of father, of friend and of brother...

Forgive me, my son, and don't believe,
That I'm going to give you advice,
Only in the reflection
Of a passionless opinion,
I want to give you the opportunity
To see your old man's soul.

Surely from my talk
nothing bad will come out,
If I can even assure
that without having much science,
it will cheer your conscience
some truth or another.

Truths that were sores
truths that were relief,
Truths that got in
with wild arrogance,
It's the cry of the gauchos
that is heard up to the sky.

In all the long trail
where my voice was heard,
even the wind calmed down
to be able to find out,
that a man wanted to sing
and because he wanted to sing.

Oh my son when you know
how much you can walk
When you know the truth
of what the world treasures
You will see that the one who sings cries
and the one who cries sings more.

It's nice to feel healthy
and with a clean forehead
It's nice to see up close
what is admired from afar
Life's pleasures
are enjoyed when they are felt.

When you don't want to see
just close your eyes,
But it's not good at my whim
to be blind by will,
The truth punishes more
in a ranch that uses a bolt.

Open your arms wide
when it's to provide well-being,
Don't wait for them to ask
but when it's love they implore,
Breathe with the dawns
and sing with friendship.

Give shelter to those in need
that your father needed,
Don't forget that if you were born
and a woman was your mother,
You know well that through your blood
you received warmth.

It's always little what you give
when it comes to affection,
If you unleash your chest
the knot of goodness,
You will love freedom
and you will have honored your father.

Respect must be,
from the smallest to the largest
Respect when you command
and respect when you are commanded.
Respecting and being quiet
are the weapons of the wise.

Never feel humiliated
nor kneel before anything,
But don't spend on parade
nor tilt your back,
The sharpest iron
is dulled by a glance.

Know how to bite your tongue
when you are wrong,
the man who is a gadfly
never wins a game,
the well-measured word
has double the value.

If the dog wags its tail
the dog knows what it's doing,
Never get involved or pass
as a judge of someone else's problem,
Your ranch is full
of things to be fixed.

Man should not fear man,
because fearing harms,
The idea although sometimes small,
that the other is superior,
Forces to be inferior
and to make flesh the sting.

But don't get too big
because you know a little more,
To the horse that starts from behind
without a flag
There is no lasso, no rope, no ball,
that can catch it.

If one day you feel like singing
try to do it alone,
Learn from the little bird
that sings to be a singer
But know that the flower
was first a bud.

Try to be convincing
with decisive words,
The most endearing things
are those that the people understand
And know that the idea that is treasured
is not for sale.

If you want to be a free man
sing for freedom,
The fight for truth
has been made for men,
To dodge the mauls
is enough to start.
It's easy to look from above
when you haven't been below,
The owl for being sharp-eyed
observes from the wire,
But hunger will be killed
in the hairy cave.

If the one above wants
the one below is the one who endures,
That's why sometimes I love
to see the skeleton twist
And see that the bull finds
that the calf grows.

Never let yourself be carried away
by claps or praises,
The cackle of the goose
is dull and ordinary
The accounts of that rosary
do not feed hopes.

Sometimes... sometimes being submissive
leads to confusion
And on more than one occasion
they scratch your ribs
If then you show tickles
they accuse you of being rebellious.

But sometimes the one who endures,
says, enough and it's over
Then yes Oh my God!
the story ends
The street sings victory
to the rhythm of the big belly.

But be careful that hatred
starts gnawing at the mind
There are many decent men
who remain whole
Hatred is a bad counselor,
disease of the unconscious
With enough not to forget,
so that it doesn't happen again
If evil for good is not,
good for evil is not either
Distinguishing costs little
if you have common sense.

From the branch that gives the vine
it's ugly to take stakes
It is born twisted and stands out
its deformed fork
And although its trunk is shady,
its fruit is usually white.

The color matters little
if the juice it gives is better,
But they were not and are not
those I have taken as an example,
To those men who have let the cinch loose.
I admire the one who twists,
but understand my explanation
So that the mud doesn't splash
it must be stepped on slowly
The man must be reluctant
with causes that justify.

The first thing to learn
is not to let yourself be stepped on
Prudence and truth
are things that go hand in hand
But if you suffer and complain
you must know how to complain.

Never go with taboos,
nor with softening displays
The one who pays sends
is fair and without discussion
But never give occasion,
to suck your blood.
For the friend who needs
work without interest
To help there is never a time,
never count your good deeds
Remember and give kicks
do not match honesty.

There are those who give a hand
and one confidently grabs it,
Then comes the boasting
and gives its cowardly cry
The big mouth sings its boast
when the cascarrias sound.

It's fierce to make your way
among prickly thistles
But... but if the winds pass,
the man can pass
Only the one who stays behind
who does not harbor feelings.

Forgive... forgive the wordiness,
it's my way of expression
But having reason,
I send them straight,
And although I don't sing beautifully,
I sing with inspiration.
I don't shrink in posture,
nor withdraw what I've leaned on
If my peg is nailed,
in the feet of the one who tops
Let the one who touches it step on it
and be careful with the whitewash.

Life gives a thousand examples
for those who want to take them
It's not easy to keep
so much water in a single cistern,
But it is always possible
to cover the need.

The more things you know
the more there is to learn,
The help that knowledge gives
ends what is ignored,
If even the light of dawn
ends at night.

If the man wants to live,
he must change his liking,
It is not good nor does it contain science,
to be born and stay still,
Walking... walking for my defects,
has been a mother experience.
Walking gives life,
wandering gives abandonment
Difference that barely
maybe it invites you to think,
but I can assure you that
he who lives is only one.
Walking and walking just to walk,
is to stay where you are
If the man wants to advance,
he must learn as much as he can
He who does not stay
the other... the other only lasts.

There are things that one asks
and no one knows how to explain,
The right to ignore
has limited reason,
The explanation given,
sometimes tends to do harm.

The ox's step is slow
but its strength is equal
My opinion resembles it
to the man who is knowledgeable,
slow time is a great lord
and great the tendal it leaves.

There is no being that has more strength
than the one who acts with honesty,
Don't implore if at any time
injustice mistreats you
Reason even if it walks on its feet,
walks with pride.

Show yourself always simple,
without shouting or boasting,
Humility is not being cowardly,
it is a sign of education
And don't wait for an occasion,
to air dirty laundry.
There is nothing more repugnant
than the traveling comment,
The gossip of the eavesdropper
and the gossip like a gossip
are things that wherever they fit
should flee from the mix.

There is always the opportunity
to get involved
The art of backbiting
has no more tool
than having a loose mouth
and using it for others.
All well-cooked cake,
is chewed and leaves a taste,
Some are bitter,
others soft and sweet,
And the one cooked by the big mouths,
the birds eat it.

The ignorant must be
the one who suffers from stories,
There are men who are happy
and because of being a gossip
They start kicking
and make a world in a moment.

And there is the other who enjoys
seeing the fool suffer
He stretches his neck long
to see how he kicks
The snake wriggles
and shows off its gift.

Sometimes the man
feels the need to say
Things that come and go
of this overwhelming life
Finally become tiresome
and one has to spit.

There is no more atrocious misfortune
in the life of man
than to shelter in apathy
to hide his reason,
There is no heaven that forgives
for the one who acts like a worm.

Talking about this would take
more time than an almanac
but I offer and pack
your tongue in a simple place
That if you have underwear
it's hard for it to escape.

That's why my son I repeat,
that I don't give you advice,
The song I sing today
and the song I sang yesterday
Tomorrow I will sing it
because I'm a true gaucho.