El Cielo del Albañil
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
The Mason's Sky
There close to the sky among the scaffolding
Sitting like a cowboy, drinking mate
Just as if he were in the middle of the field
Under some shade next to a backwater
Speaking few words, I've seen Vargas
Sitting like that, squatting, looking far away
Enclosed by concrete; he can't find his sky here
In vain he's looking for it amidst so much gray
On the radio unintentionally
Like an elf, the accordion
Stretching a chamamé
It shakes his heart
And it even seems to him
That if he lets out a shout
The laborers will hear him
In the estate, the paradise
Seeing him like that, it seems to me he's herding
With his buddy Lalanda as he did long ago
How sad it is to see him among the scaffolding!
With all that sky inside him as if bleeding
Behind the shivering flight of a dove
His black eyes narrow looking far away
Enclosed by concrete; the mason's sky
Stained with sand and lime, it ends there
One day he will return; he liked being a laborer
He doesn't find himself around here anymore, if there's an opportunity
Meanwhile, upon hearing a chamamé on the radio
He lets out a shout; it's his way of coming back
