Martin Fierro y Hip Hop
Hace estaba en un evento internacional donde habia que compartir algo de tu pais. Yo recite una estrofa del Martin Fierro traducido. Luego busque el Martin Fierro traducido al ingles oficialmente en Google, y me puse a leerlo. Note una gran semejanza con canciones de protesta o denuncia social de hip-hop. Lo interesante es que el Martin Fierro fue escrito en 1872 en Argentina, y personas de otras partes del mundo y otra epoca podrian haber escrito lo mismo, lo cual refleja la trascendencia temporal y universalidad del sentimiento de protesta humano. De hecho, esta es una de las razones por las cuales el Martin Fierro es tan famoso.
No es solo es el sentimiento de protesta lo que me recordo al hip hop, sino tambien canto desafiante sobre lo "duro", "indomable" o "yo hago lo que quiero" que es uno.
Aca van unas estrofas del Martin Fierro hip hop
Singin' I´m gonna die,
singin' they'll bury me
and singin' I'll get to
the feet of my Eternal Father;
right from my mother's belly
I came into this world to sing
My tongue better not tighten up
or my words fail me;
singin' will make my fame
and once I get down to singin'
asingin' they'll find me
even if the earth splits open
I'm not a singer with learnin'
but once I set myself to singin'
there´s no stoppin' me
and I can go on and on,
the verses gush out of me
like water from a spring
With my guitar on my lap
there ain't no flies on me;
nobody can hold me down
and, when my voice gets tuned up,
I make the high string whine
and the low one groan.
I'm a bull in my corral
and a bigger one in someone else's;
I always thought I was pretty good,
let'em come out and sing
and we'll see who's second best.
When I'm in danger... Christ!
my courage builds up;
the whole world's a battlefield,
and everybody knows it,
anybody who think he´s a man
can stand his ground anywhere.
I'm a gaucho, so you'll know
this is straight talk:
for me the earth is small
and I wouldn't mind it bigger;
no snakes bites me
and the sun doesn't blister my brow.
I was born like a fish
at the bottom of the sea;
no one snatches away
what God gave me:
whatever I brought to this world
from this world I´ll take.
My joy is to live as free
as the bird in the sky;
I make no nest on this earth
where there´s so much to suffer,
and no one'll be able to follow me
once I'm ready to take off again
So listen, all of you
to story of my woes,
that I never fight or kill
unless I have to
and all my troubles
come from raw deals I got.
Now listen to a story
told by a gaucho on the run,
who as father and husband has been
hard-working and willing,
and still the people
take him for an outlaw.
Don't anyone tell me about suffering
because suffering is how I live,
and no one should feel high and mighty
even with his feet in the stirrups
'cause on foot can be left
even the most experienced gaucho.
You gather experience in life
'nough to lend and give away,
you who have to go through it
with all the suffering and tears,
'cause nothing teaches you more
than to suffer and cry.
A man comes to this world blind,
pushed ahead by hope
and soon gets hit by
the hard blows of life;
holy Christ, but what lessons
we learn as time goes by!
I ´member, what a sight!
How the gaucho crowd went about
always happy and on good horses
and ready to wotk,
but nowadays... dammit!
misery has just wiped'em out.
Even the poorest gaucho
has a string of matching horses:
he always had some consolation nearby
and the people were ready for anything.
Looking out over the land
You'd see nothin' but cattle and sky.
The gaucho was on his land
and safe as he could be,
but nowadays, dammit!
things are so messed up
the poor guy spends his life
running away form the law.
And you might as well be dead
if the mayor trips you up,
'cause he'll come down on you
and beat you to a pulp.
And then people say you're no good
if you fight back.
And they´ll bruise your back,
bust your head open
and then right away,
while you're still hurtin',
they'll tie you up
and take you to the stakes.
There´s where the troubles begin,
there's where the party starts;
'cause there's no savin' you now,
and like it or not,
you'll be sent to the frontier
or get tossed in a regiment.
Once, out my way, I had
children, cattle and a woman,
but things started to go bad;
I was shoved out to the frontier
and what did I find when I got back?
Nothing but ruins, and that's all.
Once I was singin'
at a big party,
and it was exac'ly
what the Justice of the Peace wanted.
He stepped in, and on the spot
rounded up the whole bunch of us.
The foxier ones slipped out
and managed to get away.
I refused to take off:
I'm a cool one; besided, there was no reason to;
I stayed real tame-like
and that's how I let myself get caught.
A gringo organ-grinder
and his dancing monkey
were making us laugh
when the round-up got to him.
Big'n ugly as that gringo was,
Yuh should've seen him cry!
Even those who come only to look
wound up as part of the haul,
and one of the singers was tied
to the gringo who had a monkey;
only one person, as a favor
to the storekeeper's wife, was saved.
They made up a troop
ot of the ones they caught at the dance;
they put us in with orders
they grabbed someplace else;
Ah, the things you see around here
not even the devil could've tough up.
No es solo es el sentimiento de protesta lo que me recordo al hip hop, sino tambien canto desafiante sobre lo "duro", "indomable" o "yo hago lo que quiero" que es uno.
Aca van unas estrofas del Martin Fierro hip hop
Singin' I´m gonna die,
singin' they'll bury me
and singin' I'll get to
the feet of my Eternal Father;
right from my mother's belly
I came into this world to sing
My tongue better not tighten up
or my words fail me;
singin' will make my fame
and once I get down to singin'
asingin' they'll find me
even if the earth splits open
I'm not a singer with learnin'
but once I set myself to singin'
there´s no stoppin' me
and I can go on and on,
the verses gush out of me
like water from a spring
With my guitar on my lap
there ain't no flies on me;
nobody can hold me down
and, when my voice gets tuned up,
I make the high string whine
and the low one groan.
I'm a bull in my corral
and a bigger one in someone else's;
I always thought I was pretty good,
let'em come out and sing
and we'll see who's second best.
When I'm in danger... Christ!
my courage builds up;
the whole world's a battlefield,
and everybody knows it,
anybody who think he´s a man
can stand his ground anywhere.
I'm a gaucho, so you'll know
this is straight talk:
for me the earth is small
and I wouldn't mind it bigger;
no snakes bites me
and the sun doesn't blister my brow.
I was born like a fish
at the bottom of the sea;
no one snatches away
what God gave me:
whatever I brought to this world
from this world I´ll take.
My joy is to live as free
as the bird in the sky;
I make no nest on this earth
where there´s so much to suffer,
and no one'll be able to follow me
once I'm ready to take off again
So listen, all of you
to story of my woes,
that I never fight or kill
unless I have to
and all my troubles
come from raw deals I got.
Now listen to a story
told by a gaucho on the run,
who as father and husband has been
hard-working and willing,
and still the people
take him for an outlaw.
Don't anyone tell me about suffering
because suffering is how I live,
and no one should feel high and mighty
even with his feet in the stirrups
'cause on foot can be left
even the most experienced gaucho.
You gather experience in life
'nough to lend and give away,
you who have to go through it
with all the suffering and tears,
'cause nothing teaches you more
than to suffer and cry.
A man comes to this world blind,
pushed ahead by hope
and soon gets hit by
the hard blows of life;
holy Christ, but what lessons
we learn as time goes by!
I ´member, what a sight!
How the gaucho crowd went about
always happy and on good horses
and ready to wotk,
but nowadays... dammit!
misery has just wiped'em out.
Even the poorest gaucho
has a string of matching horses:
he always had some consolation nearby
and the people were ready for anything.
Looking out over the land
You'd see nothin' but cattle and sky.
The gaucho was on his land
and safe as he could be,
but nowadays, dammit!
things are so messed up
the poor guy spends his life
running away form the law.
And you might as well be dead
if the mayor trips you up,
'cause he'll come down on you
and beat you to a pulp.
And then people say you're no good
if you fight back.
And they´ll bruise your back,
bust your head open
and then right away,
while you're still hurtin',
they'll tie you up
and take you to the stakes.
There´s where the troubles begin,
there's where the party starts;
'cause there's no savin' you now,
and like it or not,
you'll be sent to the frontier
or get tossed in a regiment.
Once, out my way, I had
children, cattle and a woman,
but things started to go bad;
I was shoved out to the frontier
and what did I find when I got back?
Nothing but ruins, and that's all.
Once I was singin'
at a big party,
and it was exac'ly
what the Justice of the Peace wanted.
He stepped in, and on the spot
rounded up the whole bunch of us.
The foxier ones slipped out
and managed to get away.
I refused to take off:
I'm a cool one; besided, there was no reason to;
I stayed real tame-like
and that's how I let myself get caught.
A gringo organ-grinder
and his dancing monkey
were making us laugh
when the round-up got to him.
Big'n ugly as that gringo was,
Yuh should've seen him cry!
Even those who come only to look
wound up as part of the haul,
and one of the singers was tied
to the gringo who had a monkey;
only one person, as a favor
to the storekeeper's wife, was saved.
They made up a troop
ot of the ones they caught at the dance;
they put us in with orders
they grabbed someplace else;
Ah, the things you see around here
not even the devil could've tough up.
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