Musical Monday: Solo Deje Yo a Mi Padre

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I remember how the three young men sounded singing this song. We were on our way to go bowling, something they had never done and that I thought they should try.  The CD was one they had brought along for the ride, and when this song came on, we turned it up, and they sang while I drove.

Because I was still learning Spanish, I didn't understand all the words at the time. Now, years later, I sing along when I hear it, when I'm alone, it's impossible not to. But I don't when I'm with them. It's not my song, it's not my right, and I don't know the pain behind it. Each of those three boys left an aging father behind in Guatemala - one working the milpa alone, one making wooden furniture out behind his house with no son to learn his craft, one tending cattle without his youngest son by his side. Fathers missing their sons, and sons missing their fathers.

I could have posted the popular version of this song by Grupo Montez de Durango, but this home made video is more poignant. The comments that follow this video on YouTube are worth reading as well.
One day by surprise I told my father
that I had decided to travel to the north
that I was tired of so much poverty
and that I wanted to help him.

With much sadness my father said to me
Son, don't go, don't leave me alone
I'm so old and maybe when you return
You'll find me in the ground.

I left my father alone, alone working the land
They tell me they saw him crying, out there together
with his little plot of land
They say that they heard him praying that I would be there
and that he prayed to heaven that I would return soon.

The years went and I wrote very little
I was forgetting the passage of time
But one day suddenly the news arrived
That my old man was agonizing.

The hour I arrive my father is dead
Like he told me, he's in the ground
The remorse destroys me
of having left him alone for so long.

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Un día por sorpresa, le dije a mi padre
Que habiá decidido viajar hacia el norte
Que estaba cansado de tanta pobreza
Y que yo quería poderlo ayudar.
Con mucha tristeza me dijo mi padre
Hijo no te vayas, no me dejes solo
Yo ya estoy muy viejo tal vez cuando vuelvas
Debajo de tierra me vas a encontrar.

Solo deje yo a mi padre, solo labrando la tierra
Cuentan que lo veían llorando, alla junto a su parcela
Dicen que lo oían rezando, para que a mi bien me fuera
Y que le pedía a los cielos, porque yo pronto volviera.

Se fueron los años muy poco escribía
Al paso del tiempo yo me fui olvidando
Pero un día de pronto llego, la noticia
Que mi viejecito estaba agonizando.

A hora que regreso, mi padre esta muerto
Como el me lo dijo, esta bajo tierra
A mi me destroza el remordimiento
De haberlo dejado solo tanto tiempo.

Solo deje yo a mi padre, solo labrando la tierra
Cuentan que lo veían llorando, alla junto a su parcela
Dicen que lo oían rezando, para que a mi bien me fuera
Y que le pedía a los cielos, porque yo pronto volviera




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