Letra 'The Highwayman' de 'Loreena McKennitt' traducida al español

The wind was a torrent of darkness
among the ghastly trees
the moon was a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
the road was a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
when the highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
the highwayman came riding
up to the old inn door.
Heand'd a french cocked hat at his forehead
a bunch of lace at his chin
a coat of claret velvet
and breeches of brown doe-skin
they fitted with nary a wrinkle
his boots were up to the thigh
and he rode with a jeweled twinkle
his pistol butts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jeweled sky.
And over cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark inn-yard
and he tapped with his whip on the shutters
but all was locked and barred
he whistled a tune to the window
and who should be waiting there
but the landlordand's black-eyed daughter
bess, the landlordand's daughter
plaiting a dark red love knot
into her long black hair.
andquot;one kiss my bonny sweetheart,
iand'm after a prize tonight
but i should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
then look for me by the moonlight,
watch for me by the moonlight
iand'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way.andquot;
He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
but she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
as a black cascade of purfume
came tumbling over his breast
and he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
he tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west.
He did not come at the dawning
he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
when the road was a gypsyand's ribbon
looping the purple moor
a redcoat troop came marching
marching, marching,
king georgeand's men came marching
up to the old inn door.
They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
there was death at every window
hell at one dark window
for bess could see through the casement
the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
they had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
andquot;now keep good watchandquot; and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
andquot;look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
iand'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way.andquot;
She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
but she writhed her hands and'til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
they stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers.
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
the horseand's hooves rang clear
tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
the highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
the redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still.
Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death.
He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head oand'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew grey to hear
how bess the landlordand's daughter
the landlordand's black-eyed daughter
had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
with the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
when they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
and he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat.
Still on a winterand's night they say
when the wind is in the trees
when the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
when the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding, riding,
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door.
~lyrics are an adaptation of the old english poem and'the highwaymanand'

El viento era un torrente de oscuridad
entre los árboles fantasmales
la luna era un galeón fantasmal
arrojó sobre los mares, nubes
el camino era una cinta de luz de luna
sobre el páramo púrpura
cuando el bandido vino a caballo,
montar a caballo, montar a caballo,
el salteador de caminos llegaron a caballo
hasta la puerta de la posada de edad.
Heand'd un sombrero de tres picos francés en la frente
un montón de encaje en la barbilla
una capa de terciopelo granate
y pantalones de color marrón de la piel de gacela
que equipado con ni una arruga
las botas hasta el muslo
y cabalgó con un centelleo de joyas
sus colillas de una pistola-centelleo
empuñadura de su espada-un guiño
bajo el cielo enjoyado.
Y sobre adoquines que resonaban
y se enfrentaron en la oscuridad posada yardas
y se golpeó con el látigo en las persianas
pero todo estaba cerrado y atrancado
silbaba una melodía a la ventana
y que se debe esperar que
pero el negro de ojos de la hija de landlordand
Bess, la hija del landlordand de
trenzando un nudo de amor rojo oscuro
en su largo pelo negro.
andquot, un beso mi amor hermoso,
iand'm después de una noche el premio
pero debo estar de regreso con el oro amarillo
antes de que la luz de la mañana
sin embargo, si se pre

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