Lyrics of Arauco - Robert Wyatt

Arauco - Robert Wyatt
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arauco, artist - Robert Wyatt. Album song His Greatest Misses, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 06.06.2010
Record label: Domino
Song language: Spanish

Arauco

(original)
Arauco tiene una pena
Que no la puedo callar
Son injusticias de siglos
Que todos ven aplicar
Nadie le ha puesto remedio
Pudiéndolo remediar
Levántate, huenchullán
Un día llega de lejos
Huescufe conquistador
Buscando montañas de oro
Que el indio nunca buscó
Al indio le basta el oro
Que le relumbra del sol
Levántate, curimón
Entonces corre la sangre
No sabe el indio qué hacer
Le van a quitar su tierra
La tiene que defender
El indio se cae muerto
Y el afuerino de pie
Levántate, manquilef
Adónde se fue lautaro
Perdido en el cielo azul
Y el alma de galvarino
Se la llevó el viento sur
Por eso pasan llorando
Los cueros de su kultrún
Levántate, pues, callfull
Del año mil cuatrocientos
Que el indio afligido está
A la sombra de su ruca
Lo pueden ver lloriquear
Totora de cinco siglos
Nunca se habrá de secar
Levántate, callupán
Arauco tiene una pena
Más negra que su chamal
Ya no son los españoles
Los que les hacen llorar
Hoy son los propios chilenos
Los que les quitan su pan
Levántate, pailahuán
Ya rugen las votaciones
Se escuchan por no dejar
Pero el quejido del indio
¿por qué no se escuchará?
Aunque resuene en la tumba
La voz de caupolicán
Levántate, huenchullán
(translation)
Arauco has a penalty
I can't shut her up
They are injustices of centuries
That all see apply
No one has fixed it
being able to remedy it
Get up, huenchullán
One day he comes from afar
Conqueror huescufe
Looking for mountains of gold
That the Indian never sought
Gold is enough for the Indian
That he shines from the sun
Get up, curimón
Then the blood runs
The Indian does not know what to do
They are going to take away your land
He has to defend her
The Indian drops dead
And the outsider standing
Get up, manquilef
where did he go lautaro
Lost in the blue sky
And the soul of Galvarino
The south wind blew it away
That's why they cry
The hides of his kultrún
Get up, then, callfull
of the year one thousand four hundred
That the afflicted Indian is
In the shadow of his ruca
They can see him whining
Totora of five centuries
will never dry
Get up, callupán
Arauco has a penalty
Blacker than his chamal
They are no longer the Spanish
the ones that make them cry
Today it is the Chileans themselves
Those who take away their bread
Get up, pailahuan
Voting is already raging
They listen for not leaving
But the Indian's moan
why won't it be heard?
Though it resounds in the grave
The voice of caupolicán
Get up, huenchullán
Translation rating: 5/5 | Votes: 1

Share the translation of the song:

Write what you think about the lyrics!

Other songs of the artist:

NameYear
Shipbuilding 2010
Sea Song 2010
Stella Maris ft. Robert Wyatt 2015
Alifib 2008
At Last I Am Free 2010
A Last Straw 2008
Little Red Riding Hood Hit The Road 2008
Alife 2008
Little Red Robin Hood Hit The Road 2010
The Age Of Self 2010
Richter: Lullaby ft. Robert Wyatt 2013
Free Will And Testament 2010
Stalin Wasn't Stallin' 2008
Heaps Of Sheeps 2010
Worship 2010
Alien 2010
Blues In Bob Minor 2008
The Duchess 2008
Alliance 2008
Maryan 2008

Artist lyrics: Robert Wyatt