El Anacleto Del Viento

The Anacleto of the Wind

El Anacleto Del Viento

Poor Anacleto, smoke in handPobre Anacleto cigarro
With butterfly eyes so grandOjitos de mariposa
He can't even buy a drinkNo le queda ni pa'l vino
But he's got roses, don't you think?Pero le sobran las rosas

The end of his cigaretteLa chala de su cigarro
Lit since the break of dawn, you betEncendida desde el alba
Each puff's a cry, a pleaCada pitada es grito
That slowly burns away his gleeQue va consumiendo el alma

He's a wandering singer, you seeÉl es cantor bagualero
From nowhere, just like meDe aquí, de ninguna parte
But he feels the rhythm risePero le salta el vallisto
When Cafayate's song fliesSi le canta Cafayate

Anacleto is the wind, you knowEl Anacleto es el viento
Pale from all his woes and woePálido de desventuras
Death's whispers in the airLe soplan aires de muerte
Paths of sorrow everywhereCaminos de la angostura

With his black hat on his headCon su sombrero azabache
Tattered like the life he's ledRetobao como su dueño
His verses flow like dreams at nightLe van saliendo las coplas
As if they’re born from pure delightComo si fueran de un sueño

He's a wandering singer, you seeÉl es cantor bagualero
From nowhere, just like meDe aquí, de ninguna parte
But he feels the rhythm risePero le salta el vallisto
When Cafayate's song fliesSi le canta Cafayate