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At the Foot of the Holy Cross (feat. Carlos Dante)

Alfredo de Angelis

Al Pie de La Santa Cruz (part. Carlos Dante)

Estaban de fiesta
Corría la caña
Y en medio del baile
La gresca se armo

Y en ese entrevero
De mozos compadres
Un naipe marcado
Su audacia pago

En casa no saben
Que lo condenaron
Pues miente piadosa
Su pobre mujer

Quizá un milagro
Le llevé el indulto
Y vuelva a su casa
La dicha de ayer

Mientras tanto
Al pie de la Santa Cruz
Una madre desolada
Llorando implora a JESÚS
Por tus llagas que son santas
Por mi pena y mi dolor
Ten piedad de nuestro hijo
Protégelo Señor

Y el anciano
Qué no sabe ya rezar
Con acento tembloroso
También protesta a la par
Qué mal te hicimos nosotros
Pa' darnos tanto dolor
Y a su ves dice la anciana
Protégelo Señor

Los pies engrillados
Cruzó la planchada
La esposa lo mira
Quisiera gritar
Y el pibe inocente
Que lleva en los brazos
Le dice llorando
Yo quiero a papá

Largaron amarras
Y el último cabo
Viró al desprenderse
En todo su ser

Se pierde de vista
La nave al instante
Y cae desmayada
La pobre mujer

At the Foot of the Holy Cross (feat. Carlos Dante)

They were celebrating
The drinks were flowing
And in the middle of the dance
A brawl broke out

And in that chaos
Of young buddies
A marked card
Paid for his boldness

At home they don’t know
That he’s been condemned
For his wife lies
With a pained heart

Maybe a miracle
Will bring him a pardon
And he’ll return home
To the joy of yesterday

In the meantime
At the foot of the Holy Cross
A heartbroken mother
Crying, pleads to JESUS
For your wounds that are holy
For my sorrow and my pain
Have mercy on our son
Protect him, Lord

And the old man
Who doesn’t know how to pray anymore
With a trembling voice
Also protests in despair
What wrong did we do to you
To give us so much pain?
And the old woman says
Protect him, Lord

With shackled feet
He crossed the threshold
His wife looks at him
Wishing she could scream
And the innocent child
She carries in her arms
Says crying
I want my dad

They cast off the lines
And the last rope
Snapped as it released
In all his being

The ship disappears
From sight in an instant
And the poor woman
Faints away.

Escrita por: Mario Battistella