Forastero
Forastero me llaman porque no tengo
Ni un miserable rancho pa'mis inviernos
Pude tenerlo, es cierto, pude tenerlo
Pero gasté mis cobres con forasteros
Come mi pan hermano, bebe mi vino
Y sigue caminando por los caminos
Monedita redonda la de los pobres
La platita en sus manos se vuelve cobre
Han de cantar un día los chacareros
Trabajado sus chacras, trigal y cielo
Come mi pan hermano, bebe mi vino
Y sigue caminando por los caminos
Mi tierra está llenita de forasteros
Campesinos sin campo, coyas sin cerro
Pude tener un rancho, pude tenerlo
Pero gasté mis cobres con forasteros
Come mi pan hermano, bebe mi vino
(Y sigue caminando por los caminos)
Come mi pan hermano, bebe mi vino
(Y sigue caminando por los caminos)
Stranger
They call me a stranger because I don't have
Not even a miserable ranch for my winters
I could have had it, it's true, I could have had it
But I spent my money with strangers
Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
And keep walking along the roads
Round coin of the poor
The little money in their hands turns to copper
One day the farmers will sing
Working their fields, wheat and sky
Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
And keep walking along the roads
My land is full of strangers
Peasants without land, coyas without hills
I could have had a ranch, I could have had it
But I spent my money with strangers
Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
(And keep walking along the roads)
Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
(And keep walking along the roads)
Escrita por: Atahualpa Yupanqui e Carlos Guastavino