A Sorian Litany
Almazan, Matute, Matamala,
Tardelcuende, Quintana Redonda,
Los Llamosos, Navalcaballo, Soria.
In an hour we will be in Soria,
With a couple of beers in a bar.
Take the road over the old stone bridge,
Leave Almazan and the Duero behind
And Matute is not far.
Take the old road with its bumps and bends,
As it winds through the pines and the open fields
That stretch to the wide sky darkening now.
There are villages too,
Though as you pass
You will not see a soul.
The men are at work on the cold brown land,
And the women are invisible indoors
On this dark December afternoon.
Drive slowly, for the deer are not concerned with cars.
The woods and fields are theirs by day and night
And they have the right to roam.
They cross the road whenever they wish,
But especially now in the half light.
Nine months of winter, three of hell,
But the quiet people bear it well.
See, the lights of Soria in the night,
The town Machado made his own.
He came, taught French and married here,
Then when she died, he went away.
Lay a rose on Leonor’s grave.
Park here, for nearby there’s a bar.
In Soria there always is
A bar nearby.
Let’s have a drink or two to warm us
This bitter evening,
And then we’ll take the old road back again
In the cold, black night and the falling rain.
Soria, Navalcaballo, Los Llamosos,
Quintana Redonda, Tardelcuende,
Matamala, Matute, Almazan.