Temblando
Linda estaba la tarde en que la vide,
El patio de su rancho acomodando
Y aunque guapo pa'todo me sentía,
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando.
Estaba como nunca la había visto,
Vestido livianito de zaraza,
Con el pelo volcao sobre los hombros
Era una virgen que encontré en la casa.
Ni ella ni yo, ninguno dijo nada,
Con sus ojazos me siguió quemando,
Dejó la escoba que tenía en la mano,
Me quiso hablar y se quedó temblando.
Era el recuerdo del amor primero,
Amor nacido en una edad temprana,
Como esas flores rústicas del campo
Que nacen de la noche a la mañana.
Amor que está oculto en los adobes
De su rancho paterno tan sencillo
Y en la corteza del ombú del patio
Escrito con la punta del cuchillo.
Me di vuelta pisando despacito,
Como quien desconfía de una trampa,
Envolviendo recuerdos y emociones
Entre las listas de mi poncho pampa.
No sé que me pasó, monté a caballo
Y me fui galopiando a rienda suelta,
Con todos los recuerdos y emociones
Que en las listas del poncho saqué envueltas.
Linda estaba la tarde en que la vide,
El patio de su rancho acomodando.
La tarde en que guapo me sentía
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando.
Shaking
The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
In the yard of her ranch, getting things in order.
And even though I felt like a stud,
I couldn't talk to her, I just stood there shaking.
She looked like I’d never seen her before,
In a light dress that flowed like a breeze,
With her hair cascading over her shoulders,
She was a goddess I found in that house.
Neither of us said a word,
Her big eyes kept burning into me,
She dropped the broom she was holding,
She wanted to speak but ended up shaking.
It was the memory of first love,
A love that bloomed when we were young,
Like those wildflowers in the fields
That spring up from night till morning.
A love hidden in the adobe walls
Of her simple family ranch,
And on the bark of the ombú tree in the yard,
Carved with the tip of a knife.
I turned around, stepping softly,
Like someone wary of a trap,
Wrapping up memories and feelings
In the folds of my poncho.
I don’t know what happened, I hopped on my horse
And took off galloping, reins loose,
With all the memories and feelings
That I wrapped up in the folds of my poncho.
The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
In the yard of her ranch, getting things in order.
The afternoon when I felt like a stud,
I couldn't talk to her, I just stood there shaking.