Hermano Quiero Contarte

Brother, I have a sorrow
that I want to share,
sorrow I never imagined
when I started to sing.
This one that you can't see
from all the drinks and friends,
from all the singing and silence,
silence, singing, and punishment.

Maybe from all this sadness,
sometimes I seem so cheerful,
and people come to talk to me
but I don’t hear what they want.

They say I’m really nice,
and they hype me up for no reason,
and they even hold me up as an example
and call me with affection.

I’ve had a hundred tributes,
maybe I’ve earned just one,
they’ve filled me with gifts,
so lovely, that I’ve received.

Even life itself
took me as a favorite,
there’s my wife to prove it
and the love from my five kids.

Yet the question remains,
Why do I stay in my homeland?
And that gives me so much sorrow
and I need to share it.

Why don’t I go further away?
Why don’t I chase fame?
Why don’t I think about time
and the future, tomorrow?

It seems to be important
the material wealth,
and there are many who don’t share
what I talk about.

About home, friends,
everyday work,
and they turn into enemies
for what I said or would say.

And that gives me so much sorrow
because I want to stay,
I don’t want to seek fortune
here, or anywhere else.

I just want to sing,
because I chose this path,
one day, simply,
when fate called my name.

If I win, thanks to God.
If I lose, what can I do?
I won’t let the urge for more consume me,
always and forever.

If I leave, what would happen?
Maybe I’d end up really bad?
Maybe I’d even come back
sad and tired of wandering?
And if I succeed, what do I do?
Do I start living like a rich man?
And what about my wife,
what will I do with my kids?

They’ll miss everything,
the house, the cat, the turkeys,
the dogs and the rabbits,
the land, the fruit, the plow.

The vineyard, the good grapes,
the homemade wine, consequently,
the nights in winter,
and the mate with aguardiente.

And what if I forget
the good times from the past?
And I never come back, brother,
and I get lost, out there, far away?

Is there anything worth more than the land
that saw you born?
This one, where my mother is,
forever, since yesterday?

Brother, I have a sorrow
that I want to share,
sorrow I never imagined
when I started to sing.