El Indio Muerto

The Dead Indian

El Indio Muerto

The sky is in mourningEl cielo está enlutado
With a dull poncho of cloudsDe opaco poncho de nubes
The day died in the distanceEl día murió a lo lejos
It is being mourned by red glows.Lo están velando arreboles.

The hills echoLos cerros devuelven ecos
The song of the chilicoteDel canto del chilicote
Lost among the weedsQue perdido entre los yuyos
Singing sad prayers.Corea responsos tristes.

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The Indian poet has diedHa muerto el indio poeta
The erkes are silentSilencio le hacen los erkes
And in the old streamsY en los arroyos de anta
The willows cry for his death.Lloran los sauces su muerte.

The day comes slowlyEl día se viene lento
Pink clouds await itLo esperan rosadas nubes
To tell it about the mourningPara contarle del luto
That overwhelms the deep valleys.Que embarga a los hondos valles.

Indian of the sad whistleIndio del triste silbo
Your song is in the mountainsTu canto lo tiene el monte
At night it will give it to the windDe noche lo dará al viento
So it can carry it through the air.Pa´que lo arree por los aires.

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