Al Pie De La Santa Cruz - Carlos Gardel

Declaran la huelga

Hay hambre en las casas

Es mucho el trabajo

Y poco el jornal;

Y en ese entrevero

De lucha sangrienta

Se venga de un hombre

La Ley Patronal

Los viejos no saben

Que lo condenaron

Pues miente, piadosa

Su pobre mujer

Quizás un milagro

Le lleve el indulto

Y vuelva en su casa

La dicha de ayer

Mientras tanto

Al pie de la santa Cruz

Una anciana desolada

Llorando implora a Jesús:

«Por tus llagas que son santas

Por mi pena y mi dolor

Ten piedad de nuestro hijo

¡Protégelo, Señor!»

Y el anciano

Que no sabe ya rezar

Con acento tembloroso

También protesta a la par:

«¿Qué mal te hicimos nosotros

Pa' darnos tanto dolor?»

Y, a su vez, dice la anciana:

«¡Protégelo, Señor…»

Los pies engrillados

Cruzó la planchada

La esposa lo mira

Quisiera gritar…

Y el pibe inocente

Que lleva en los brazos

Le dice llorando:

«¡Yo quiero a papá¡»

Largaron amarras

Y el último cabo

Vibró, al desprenderse

En todo su ser

Se pierde de vista

La nave maldita

Y cae desmayada

La pobre mujer…

Mientras tanto

Al pie de la Santa Cruz

Una anciana desolada

Llorando implora a Jesús:

-«¿Qué mal te hicimos nosotros

Pa' darnos tanto dolor?

Ten piedad de nuestro hijo

¡Protégelo, Señor!»

They declare the strike

There is hunger in the houses

It's a lot of work

And little the wage;

And in that interlude

of bloody fight

take revenge on a man

The Employer Law

old people don't know

that he was sentenced

Well lie, merciful

his poor wife

maybe a miracle

take him pardon

And go back to your house

yesterday's bliss

In the meantime

At the foot of the Holy Cross

a lonely old woman

Crying, she implores Jesus:

«By your wounds that are holy

For my sorrow and my pain

have mercy on our son

Protect him, Lord!"

and the old man

That he no longer knows how to pray

with trembling accent

He also protests at the same time:

"What harm did we do to you?

To give us so much pain?»

And, in turn, the old woman says:

"Protect him, Lord..."

the shackled feet

crossed the gangplank

The wife looks at him

I would like to scream...

And the innocent kid

that he carries in his arms

She tells him crying:

«I love daddy»

They cast moorings

and the last cape

He vibrated, breaking away

in your whole being

he loses sight

the cursed ship

And she falls unconscious

The poor woman...

In the meantime

At the foot of the Holy Cross

a lonely old woman

Crying, she implores Jesus:

- «What harm did we do to you?

To give us so much pain?

have mercy on our son

Protect him, Lord!"