Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Lazo, artist - Victor Jara. Album song Deja la Vida Volar, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 06.05.2000
Record label: Soul Vibes
Song language: Spanish
El Lazo(original) |
Cuando el sol se inclinaba |
Lo encontré |
En un rancho sombrío |
De Lonquén |
En un rancho de pobres |
Lo encontré |
Cuando el sol se inclinaba |
En Lonquén |
Sus manos siendo tan viejas |
Eran fuertes pa' trenzar |
Eran rudas y eran tiernas |
Con el cuero 'el animal |
El lazo como serpiente |
Se enroscaba en el nogal |
Y en cada lazo la huella |
De su vida y de su pan |
Cuánto tiempo hay en sus manos |
Y en su apagado mirar |
Y nadie ha dicho: está bueno |
Ya no debes trabajar |
Las sombras vienen laceando |
La ultima luz del día |
El viejo trenza unos versos |
Pa' maniatar la alegría |
Sus lazos han recorrido |
Sur y norte, cerro y mar |
Pero el viejo la distancia |
Nunca la supo explicar |
Su vida deja en los lazos |
Aferrados al nogal |
Después llegará la muerte |
Y también lo laceará |
Qué importa si el lazo es firme |
Y dura la eternidad |
Laceando por algún campo |
El viejo descansará |
Cuando el sol se inclinaba |
Lo encontré |
En un rancho sombrío |
De Lonquén |
En un rancho de pobres |
Lo encontré |
Cuando el sol se inclinaba |
En Lonquén |
(translation) |
when the sun went down |
I found it |
In a gloomy ranch |
From Lonquen |
On a poor ranch |
I found it |
when the sun went down |
in Lonquen |
His hands being so old |
They were strong to braid |
They were rough and they were tender |
With the leather 'the animal |
The loop as a snake |
He curled up in the walnut tree |
And in each bond the footprint |
Of his life of him and of his bread |
How much time is on your hands |
And in his dull look |
And no one has said: he is hot |
you no longer have to work |
The shadows come languishing |
the last light of day |
The old man braids some verses |
Pa' handcuff the joy |
His ties have traveled |
South and north, hill and sea |
But the old the distance |
He never knew how to explain it |
His life leaves him in ties |
clinging to the walnut |
Then death will come |
And he will lace it too |
What does it matter if the bond is firm |
and lasts eternity |
lacing through some field |
the old will rest |
when the sun went down |
I found it |
In a gloomy ranch |
From Lonquen |
On a poor ranch |
I found it |
when the sun went down |
in Lonquen |