Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Arauco , by - Robert Wyatt. Song from the album His Greatest Misses, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 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 |