Cosas Que Pasan

No one came out to say goodbye
When I left the ranch
Only the shepherd, a dog
Things that happen
The issue, a nonsense
A simple change of words
And the forgetfulness of a kid
Whose father I could be
And I can't stand fleas
Despite my ignorance
I no longer asked for accounts
Without caring about anything

This wouldn't have happened
If the father hadn't left
But the bosses die
And then the children take charge
And it even seems unbelievable
But it's a marked thing
That from the same blood
A different offspring comes out

The thirty years in service
For the young man meant nothing
He forgot a thousand good things
For one that went wrong
I had settled in
Never knew another home
And attached to the customs
I was in that ranch

It even seems unbelievable
Kid without a shadow of a beard
Who used to walk as a child
Clutching my pants
For him, I took away from some lapwings
Two chicks, damn it!
And again, I had never climbed down a nest
And for him, I climbed the branches

When he became a young man
I tamed the wild horse for him
And handed him the reins
So he could tame it himself
He had a braided lasso
That I won in a rodeo
I gave it to him as a gift
Since I always admired him

And the only time the boss
Gave me a scolding
Was for blaming me
For things that would have been costly for him
Nonsense, things of the countryside
The gate not properly closed
And the cattle breeding
That goes out of the enclosures
And that, for the deceased boss
Was a delicate matter

Well, why remember
A past time
I said to myself
All that is worth nothing

Without looking, we settled
I put the money in my belt
I stretched out my hand to say goodbye
For him to shake it
And he left it hanging
Something I didn't expect
Because that young man doesn't know
If one day he'll miss me

I went to the bedstead
Picked up a bundle to leave behind
And headed to the stable
Tipping my hat back
Saddled up, took the road
Took one last look
At the woods, the shed, the pens
The mill, the watering holes

I opened the gate from above
Threw the handkerchief over my shoulder
Out of habit, I lit a cigarette
I spurred my Pampa bay
And I galloped away
Whistling as if nothing

No one came out to say goodbye
When I left the ranch
Only the shepherd, a dog
Things that happen