Piel Canela - Canelita Übersetzung ins Englische

Piel Canela

Soy un bohemio aventurero,
Que va de aquí para allá,
Y vuela a los cuatro vientos.
Voy sin rumbo y sin destino,
Buscando nuevos caminos,
Y nadie me detendrá,
Mientras me quede una pluma,
No voy a dejar de volar.

No quiere alcanzar la luna,
Ni las estrellas, ni las estrellas,
Prima con tus manos.
La vida te va a enseñar,
Y a caminar con cuidao'.
Y el día menos pensao',
Ay yo te voy a ajustar las cuentas,
Gitana no te reveles,
Que te canto las cuarenta,
Que conmigo no te vale,
Corre coge la puerta,
Y vete con tu mare.

Escucha bien, gitana, prima lo que te digo,
Cuando estés cansa', mu' jartita de andar,
Tu querrás tener aquello que perdiste,
Pero ya será tarde, primita para empezar.

Me ha enseñao la experiencia,
Me ha ense-ñao. la experiencia,
Y a sufrir to' los desengañitos,
Ay a llevar la vida, con paciencia.
Yo he vivío enamorao,
Porque me dio su cariño,
Yo he vivío enamorao,
Porque me dio su cariño.
Si no la tengo a mi lao,
Si no la tengo a mi lao,
Yo lloro como los niños.

Tu piel canela y tu pelo negro,
Y es tu semblante tan canastero,
Cuando me miran tus ojos,
Me calan hasta los huesos. BIS X4

Cinnamon Skin

I'm an adventurous bohemian,
Who goes from here to there,
And flies to the four winds.
I go without direction or destination,
Searching for new paths,
And no one will stop me,
As long as I have a feather,
I won't stop flying.

I don't want to reach the moon,
Nor the stars, nor the stars,
Premiums with your hands.
Life will teach you,
And to walk with care.
And on the least expected day,
Oh, I'm going to settle your accounts,
Gypsy, don't rebel,
I'm telling you off,
It's no use with me,
Run, take the door,
And go to your mother.

Listen well, gypsy, cousin, what I tell you,
When you're tired, really tired of walking,
You'll want to have what you lost,
But it will be too late, cousin, to start.

Experience has taught me,
Experience has taught me,
And to suffer all the disappointments,
Oh, to live life with patience.
I have lived in love,
Because she gave me her love,
I have lived in love,
Because she gave me her love.
If I don't have her by my side,
If I don't have her by my side,
I cry like a child.

Your cinnamon skin and your black hair,
And your face so beautiful,
When your eyes gaze at me,
They reach into my very bones. BIS X4