El Ceibo Triste

The Sad Ceibo

El Ceibo Triste

They come cutting down the mountainsVienen talando los montes
They have killed my brothersHan matado a mis hermanos
Lumberjack, look at my handsHachero, mira mis manos
They hurt just like yoursMe duelen igual que a vos
Lumberjack, look at my handsHachero, mira mis manos
They hurt just like yoursMe duelen igual que a vos

I am the tree of the drumsSoy el árbol de los bombos
I gave birth to the national flowerParí la flor nacional
All my wood singsToda mi madera canta
But you don't listen to itPero vos no la escuchás
All my wood singsToda mi madera canta
But you don't listen to itPero vos no la escuchás

When the lumberjack approachedCuando se acercó el hachero
The ceibo tree knelt downEl ceibo se arrodilló
Lumberjack, tear out my soulHachero arráncame el alma
Dig into my heartSocávame el corazón
And make me a legüero drumY hacéme un bombo legüero
To die as a singerPara morirme cantor

The lumberjack looked at himEl hachero lo miraba
As if understanding his painComo entendiendo su pena
He kissed the barkLe dio un beso a la corteza
And shed a tearY una lágrima soltó
He kissed the barkLe dio un beso a la corteza
And shed a tearY una lágrima soltó

Every blow I strike youCada hachazo que te pego
It pierces my chestSe me clava pecho adentro
I don't want to, brother ceiboYo no quiero, hermano ceibo
These are orders from a bossSon órdenes de un patrón
I don't want to, brother ceiboYo no quiero, hermano ceibo
These are orders from a bossSon órdenes de un patrón