Текст и перевод песни Callejeros - La Negra

La Negra

Bajo la palma del invierno siento el sol,
Como un aliado en la penumbra existencial,
Si hay una espada para cada corazón,
Habrá miradas que destierren todo el mal,
Quizá un día existan plumas con piedad,
Que no difamen rifando el honor,
Porque esa tinta es sangre negra sin verdad,
Que siempre halla un buen negocio en el terror,
Es la tristeza la que deja ver la luz,
De la alegría que nos falta atravesar,
Que sea tarde cuando pueda ver aun,
Tal vez la noche o la mañana por llegar,
Tal vez estemos financiando con dolor,
La vida hermosa que nos quede por vivir,
Quizás un hijo nos devuelva la pasión,
De haber nacido y no estar vivos porque si,
Sera que entonces era justa la razón,
De los vencidos por el puño y el puñal,
Y los que partan como dioses su maldad,
Serán mortales como somos vos y yo,
Es la tristeza la que deja ver la luz,
De la alegría que nos falta atravesar,
Que sea tarde cuando pueda ver aun,
Tal vez la noche o la mañana por llegar,
Existe reto, existe la integridad,
Existen cosas que las pueden despertar,
Es la tristeza la que deja ver la luz,
Es la alegría que nos falta atravesar,
Que sea tarde cuando pueda ver aun,
Tal vez la noche o la mañana por llegar

The Black Woman

Beneath the palm of winter I feel the sun,
Like an ally in the existential gloom,
If there's a sword for every heart,
There'll be glances that banish all evil,
Perhaps one day there will be feathers with mercy,
That don't defame by pedaling honor,
Because that ink is black blood without truth,
That always finds a good business in terror,
It's sadness which lets the light be seen,
From the joy we have yet to cross,
May it be late when I can still see,
Perhaps the night or the morning to come,
Perhaps we're financing with pain,
The beautiful life that remains for us to live,
Perhaps a child will give us back the passion,
Of having been born and not being alive just because,
Will it be then that reason was just,
Of those defeated by the fist and the dagger,
And those who spread their evil like gods,
Will be mortals, as you and I are,
It's sadness which lets the light be seen,
From the joy we have yet to cross,
May it be late when I can still see,
Perhaps the night or the morning to come,
There's a challenge, there's integrity,
There are things that can stir them up,
It's sadness which lets the light be seen,
It's the joy we have yet to cross,
May it be late when I can still see,
Perhaps the night or the morning to come