Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Al Pie De La Santa Cruz, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song Gardel Hoy, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: EMI Odeon SAIC
Song language: Spanish
Al Pie De La Santa Cruz(original) |
Declaran la huelga |
Hay hambre en las casas |
Es mucho el trabajo |
Y poco el jornal; |
Y en ese entrevero |
De lucha sangrienta |
Se venga de un hombre |
La Ley Patronal |
Los viejos no saben |
Que lo condenaron |
Pues miente, piadosa |
Su pobre mujer |
Quizás un milagro |
Le lleve el indulto |
Y vuelva en su casa |
La dicha de ayer |
Mientras tanto |
Al pie de la santa Cruz |
Una anciana desolada |
Llorando implora a Jesús: |
«Por tus llagas que son santas |
Por mi pena y mi dolor |
Ten piedad de nuestro hijo |
¡Protégelo, Señor!» |
Y el anciano |
Que no sabe ya rezar |
Con acento tembloroso |
También protesta a la par: |
«¿Qué mal te hicimos nosotros |
Pa' darnos tanto dolor?» |
Y, a su vez, dice la anciana: |
«¡Protégelo, Señor…» |
Los pies engrillados |
Cruzó la planchada |
La esposa lo mira |
Quisiera gritar… |
Y el pibe inocente |
Que lleva en los brazos |
Le dice llorando: |
«¡Yo quiero a papá¡» |
Largaron amarras |
Y el último cabo |
Vibró, al desprenderse |
En todo su ser |
Se pierde de vista |
La nave maldita |
Y cae desmayada |
La pobre mujer… |
Mientras tanto |
Al pie de la Santa Cruz |
Una anciana desolada |
Llorando implora a Jesús: |
-«¿Qué mal te hicimos nosotros |
Pa' darnos tanto dolor? |
Ten piedad de nuestro hijo |
¡Protégelo, Señor!» |
(translation) |
They declare the strike |
There is hunger in the houses |
It's a lot of work |
And little the wage; |
And in that interlude |
of bloody fight |
take revenge on a man |
The Employer Law |
old people don't know |
that he was sentenced |
Well lie, merciful |
his poor wife |
maybe a miracle |
take him pardon |
And go back to your house |
yesterday's bliss |
In the meantime |
At the foot of the Holy Cross |
a lonely old woman |
Crying, she implores Jesus: |
«By your wounds that are holy |
For my sorrow and my pain |
have mercy on our son |
Protect him, Lord!" |
and the old man |
That he no longer knows how to pray |
with trembling accent |
He also protests at the same time: |
"What harm did we do to you? |
To give us so much pain?» |
And, in turn, the old woman says: |
"Protect him, Lord..." |
the shackled feet |
crossed the gangplank |
The wife looks at him |
I would like to scream... |
And the innocent kid |
that he carries in his arms |
She tells him crying: |
«I love daddy» |
They cast moorings |
and the last cape |
He vibrated, breaking away |
in your whole being |
he loses sight |
the cursed ship |
And she falls unconscious |
The poor woman... |
In the meantime |
At the foot of the Holy Cross |
a lonely old woman |
Crying, she implores Jesus: |
- «What harm did we do to you? |
To give us so much pain? |
have mercy on our son |
Protect him, Lord!" |