Como Quien Mira Una Espera
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
Bajando el Cura malal
Esquivandole al toscal
Buscando la paja brava
Llevaba al cinto la pava
Y el de barrera en la mano
Y parecia un aeroplano
Cuando el viento le pegaba
Bajando el Cura malal
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
No le pregunte siquiera
De donde y pa donde diba
Que ni va a gastar saliva
Me dije cuando me viera
Y así fué de tal manera
No atiné ni a saludarlo
Y me dediqué a mirarlo
Como quién mira una espera
De donde y pa donde diba
No le pregunté siquiera
No le cierre la tranquera
Al dueño del horizonte
Me dije olfateando el monte
Con resto de primavera
No le adjudique trinchera
Que naides quiere esconderse
Y alcanza con no moverse
Pa andar una vida entera
Al dueño del horizonte
No le cierre la tranquera
Anduvo buscando el cielo
Dende que era borreguito
Y vivió mascando un grito
Por el nunca de un anhelo
Pa no remontar el vuelo
Se enredó entre la gramilla
Y es como una gran astilla
Que se mueve por el suelo
Dende que era borreguito
Anduvo buscando el cielo
De tiempo en tiempo lo veo
Subiendo o bajando el cauce
O chiflando bajo un sauce
Chuseandolo al bicho feo
Horas y horas y el deseo
Que algún bagre se suicide
O alguna perdiz descuide
El rumbo de su aleteo
Subiendo o bajando el cauce
De tiempo en tiempo lo veo
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
Como los arroyos el hombre
Suele ser un montón de recovecos
Baja la vida con apenas un murmullo
El hombre de las nutrias sabe de eso
Por eso palpita junto al corazón del agua
Like Someone Watching a Wait
Yesterday I saw him passing by
Descending the Cura malal
Dodging the rough terrain
Looking for the tough straw
He carried the mate gourd on his belt
And the whip in his hand
And he looked like an airplane
When the wind hit him
Descending the Cura malal
Yesterday I saw him passing by
I didn't even ask him
Where he was coming from and where he was going
Not even worth wasting saliva
I said to myself when he saw me
And so it was in such a way
I didn't even manage to greet him
And I just dedicated myself to watching him
Like someone watching a wait
Where he was coming from and where he was going
I didn't even ask him
Don't close the gate
To the owner of the horizon
I said sniffing the mountain
With remnants of spring
Don't assign him a trench
Nobody wants to hide
And it's enough not to move
To walk a whole life
To the owner of the horizon
Don't close the gate
He walked looking for the sky
Since he was a little lamb
And he lived chewing a scream
For the never of a longing
To not take flight
He got tangled in the grass
And he's like a big splinter
That moves along the ground
Since he was a little lamb
He walked looking for the sky
From time to time I see him
Going up or down the stream
Or whistling under a willow
Chasing the ugly bug
Hours and hours and the desire
That some catfish commits suicide
Or some partridge neglects
The course of its flight
Going up or down the stream
From time to time I see him
Yesterday I saw him passing by
Like streams, man
Tends to have a lot of twists and turns
Life flows with just a murmur
The man of the otters knows about that
That's why he beats next to the heart of the water