Temblando
Linda estaba la tarde que la vide
El patio de su rancho acomodando
Y aunque guapo pa´ todo me sentía
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando
Estaba como nunca la había visto
Vestido livianito de zaraza
Con el pelo volcao sobre los hombros
Era una virgen que encontré en la casa
Ni ella ni yo, ninguno dijo nada
Con sus ojazos me siguió quemando
Dejó la escoba que tenía en la mano
Me quiso hablar y se quedó temblando
Era el recuerdo del amor primero
Amor nacido en nuestra edad temprana
Como esas flores rústicas del campo
Que nacen de la noche a la mañana
Amor que está oculto en los adobes
De su rancho paterno tan sencillo
Y en la corteza del ombú del patio
Escrito con la punta del cuchillo
Me dí vuelta pisando dispacito
Como quien desconfía de una trampa
Envolviendo recuerdos y emociones
Entre las listas de mi poncho pampa
No sé que me pasó monté a caballo
Y salí galopiando a rienda suelta
Con todos los recuerdos y emociones
Que en las listas del poncho saqué envueltas
Linda estaba la tarde que la vide
El patio de su rancho acomodando
La tarde que aunque guapo me sentía
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando
Shaking
The afternoon was lovely when I saw her
Tidying up the backyard of her ranch
And even though I felt tough as nails
I couldn't speak to her and I was left shaking
She looked like I had never seen her before
Dressed lightly in casual clothes
With her hair falling over her shoulders
She was a vision I found in the house
Neither she nor I said a word
With her big eyes, she kept burning me
She dropped the broom she had in her hand
She tried to speak to me and was left shaking
It was the memory of first love
Love born in our early age
Like those rustic flowers from the field
That bloom overnight
Love hidden in the adobe walls
Of her simple paternal ranch
And in the bark of the patio ombu tree
Written with the tip of a knife
I turned around, stepping cautiously
Like someone wary of a trap
Wrapping memories and emotions
Among the stripes of my poncho
I don't know what came over me, I mounted my horse
And rode off at full gallop
With all the memories and emotions
That I had wrapped in the poncho's stripes
The afternoon was lovely when I saw her
Tidying up the backyard of her ranch
The afternoon when even though I felt tough
I couldn't speak to her and I was left shaking
Escrita por: G. Marquez Acuña