Entre a Mi Pago Sin Golpear
Fue mucho mi penar
Andando lejos del pago,
Tanto correr
Pa' llegar a ningun lado
Y estaba en donde naci
Lo que buscaba por ahi.
Es oro la amistad
Que no se compra ni vende
Solo se da
Cuando en el pecho se siente
No es algo que se ha de usar
Cuando te sirva y nada mas.
Asi es como se dan
En la amistad mis paisanos.
Sus manos son
Pan, cacho y mate cebado
Y la flor de la humildad
Suele su rancho perfumar.
La vida me han presta'o
Y tengo que devolverla
Cuando el creador
Me llame para la entrega,
Que mis huesos, piel y sal
Abonen mi suelo natal.
La luna es un terron que alumbra con luz prestada.
Solo al cantor
Que canta coplas del alma
Le estalla en el corazon
El sol que trepa por su voz.
Cantor para cantar
Si nada dicen tus versos;
Ay! para que
Vas a callar al silencio;
Si es el silencio un cantor
Lleno de duendes en la voz.
Mi pueblo es un cantor
Que canta la chacarera
No ha de cantar
Lo que muy dentro no sienta
Cuando lo quiera escuchar
Entre a mi pago sin golpear.
La vida me han presta'o
Y tengo que devolverla
Cuando el creador
Me llame para la entrega,
Que mis huesos, piel y sal
Abonen mi suelo natal.
Enter My Homeland Without Knocking
It was a lot of suffering
Walking far from my homeland,
Running so much
To get nowhere
And I was where I was born
What I was looking for was right there.
Friendship is gold
That can't be bought or sold
It's only given
When it's felt in the heart
It's not something to be used
Just when it's convenient.
That's how my countrymen
Give in friendship
Their hands are
Bread, meat, and mate tea
And the flower of humility
Tends to perfume their ranch.
Life has been lent to me
And I have to give it back
When the creator
Calls me for the delivery
May my bones, skin, and salt
Enrich my native soil.
The moon is a lump that shines with borrowed light
Only to the singer
Who sings soulful verses
The sun that climbs through his voice
Explodes in his heart.
Singer to sing
If your verses say nothing;
Oh! why
Would you silence the silence;
If silence is a singer
Full of spirits in the voice.
My town is a singer
That sings the chacarera
It won't sing
What it doesn't deeply feel
When you want to listen
Enter my homeland without knocking.
Life has been lent to me
And I have to give it back
When the creator
Calls me for the delivery
May my bones, skin, and salt
Enrich my native soil.