Santiago Penando Estás

Santiago Haunting You

Santiago Penando Estás

My chest is in mourningMi pecho se halla de luto
For the death of lovePor la muerte del amor
In the gardens they cultivateEn los jardines cultivan
The flowers of betrayalLas flores de la traición
The gardener charges goldOro cobra el hortelano
As he sows resentmentQue va sembrando rencor
That's why I'm cryingPor eso llorando estoy

The little birds don't singLos pajarillos no cantan
They have nowhere to nestNo tienen donde anidar
They already cut the branchesYa les cortaron las ramas
Where they used to singDonde solían cantar
Later they will cut the trunkDespués cortarán el tronco
And put in its placeY pondrán en su lugar
A latrine and a barUna letrina y un bar

The child frightens meEl niño me causa espanto
He's no longer that cherubYa no es aquel querubín
Yesterday he played ring-around-the-rosieAyer jugaba a la ronda
Today he plays with a rifleHoy juega con un fusil
There's no differenceNo hay ninguna diferencia
Between a child and a constableEntre niño y alguacil
Soldiers and gunpowderSoldados y polvorín

Where is the joyAdónde está la alegría
Of yesterday's CalicantoDel Calicanto de ayer
It's said that a presidentSe dice que un presidente
Walked through it on footLo recorría de a pie
There was no abyssNo había ningún abismo
Between the people and their masterEntre el pueblo y su merced
Today's, I don't know who it isEl de hoy, no sé quién es

Santiago of the nineteenth centurySantiago del ochocientos
To be able to see youPara poderte mirar
I'll have to look at the notesTendré que ver los apuntes
From the national archiveDel archivo nacional
They crumbled your bodyTe derrumbaron el cuerpo
And your soul went rolling outY tu alma salió a rodar
Santiago, haunting youSantiago, penando estás