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 |