Pedro Aznar
Music Box
El Gaucho
EL GAUCHO
(J.L. Borges-P. Aznar)
Son of some end of the plain
Open, elemental, almost secret,
He pulled the firm lasso that holds
At the firm dark-necked bull.
He fought with the Indian and the Goth,
He died in card and taba brawls;
He gave his life to the country, which he ignored,
And so losing, he lost everything.
Today is the dust of time and of the planet;
Names They are not left, but the name lasts.
It was so many others and today it is a still
Piece that moves literature.
It was the matrero, the sergeant and the party.
It was the who crossed the heroic mountain range.
He was a soldier of Urquiza or Rivera,
It doesn't matter. He was the one who killed Laprida.
God was far away from him. They professed
The ancient faith of iron and courage,
That does not allow supplications or gaje.
For that faith they died and killed.
In the hazards of the montanera
He died for the color of a badge;
He was the one who asked for nothing, not even
Glory, which is noise and ashes.
He was the gray man who, dark in the slowness
Darkness of the shed, dream and mate,
While in the east it is already clear
The light of the deserted dawn.
He never said: I am a gaucho. It was his luck
Not imagining the fate of others.
No less ignorant than us,
No less lonely, he entered death.
Víctor Heredia: voice
Pedro Aznar: voice, bass
Gustavo Sadofschi: guitar
Alejandro Devries: keyboards
Quintino Cinalli: drums