Coplas Del Caminador
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Verses of the Walker
(The folk music of the prairie
Is good skill to braid)
(The tie of a feeling
That no one can cut)
(I don't go to the pharmacies
To buy medicine)
(I strum the guitar and sing
With songs I know how to heal)
(When I stumble, I fall
And immediately know how to think)
(Those who weren't born to be toads
Should turn back and stand up)
(With the first and second
I usually embroider my verses)
(The third one has sorrows
And endures to avoid crying)
(The fourth one is romantic
Always likes to dream)
(It's lazy and sweet
Like a flower from the orange grove)
(The fifth one is a gate
That no one knew how to grease)
(It feels lonely in the field
And its loneliness is deep)
(The sixth one is a tough rope
Maybe born to lead)
(It leads the herd
And no one can outsmart it)
(Guitar, when I die
Maybe you'll go with someone else)
(But the wind is a good friend
And your song will bring me back)
