La Bomba - 1989 Digital Remaster - The King's Singers Übersetzung ins Englische

La Bomba - 1989 Digital Remaster

Bomba, bomba y agua fuera,
Vayan los cargos al mar,
Que nos vamos a anegar,
Do remedio no se espera.
Al escota, socorred,
Vosotros id al timón,
¡Qué espacio! ¡Corred, corred!
¿No veis nuestra perdición?
Esas gúmenas cortad porque se amaine la vela,
Hacia acá contrapesad, Oh, que la nave se asuela,
Mandad calafetear que quizá dará remedio,
Ya no hay tiempo ni lugar, que la nao se abre por medio,
¿Qué haremos? ¿Qué haremos?
Si aprovechara nadar,
Oh, que está tan bravo el mar,
Que todos pereceremos.
Santa Virgen de Loreto, Sant Ginés, socorrednos,
Que me ahogo, santo Dios,
Sant Elmo, santo bendito,
Oh Virgen de Guadalupe,
Nuestra maldad no te ocupe,
Señora de Montserrate,
Señora de Montserrate,
Oid, señora y gran rescate.
Oh gran socorro y bonanza,
Nave viene en que escapemos,
Allegad, que perecemos,
Socorred, no haya tardanza,
Socorred, Socorred.
No sea un punto detenido,
Señores, ese batel, ese batel, ese batel.
Oh, qué ventura he tenido, pues que pude entrar en él.
Gratias agamus, Domino, Deo nostro,
Dignum et justum est,
De tan grande beneficio,
Recebido en este día,
Cantemos con alegría,
Todos hoy por su servicio.
Ea, ea, sus, empecemos,
Empieza tú, Gil Pizarra,
A tañer con tu guitarra,
Y nosotros te ayudaremos,
Esperad que esté templada,
Tiemplala bien, hi de ruin.
Oh, cómo está destemplada,
Acaba, maldito, ya.
Es porde mas,
Sube, sube un poco más.
Muy bien está.
Ande, pues, nuestro apellido,
El tañer con el cantar,
Concordes en alabar,
A Jesús recién nacido.
Bendito el que ha venido,
A librarnos de agonía,
Bendito sea este día,
Que nació el contentamiento,
Remedió su advenimiento, mil enojos.
Benditos sean los ojos,
Que con piedad nos miraron,
Y benditos, que así amansaron tal fortuna.
No quede congoja alguna,
Demos prisa al navegar,
Poys o vento nos ha de llevar,
Garrido es el vendaval, el vendaval,
Contra fortuna.
Gritad, gritad todos a una gritad,
Bonanza, bonanza,
Salvamento, salvamento.
Gala es todo a nadie hoy duela, La gala chinela,
Gala es todo a nadie hoy duela, La gala chinela,
De la china gala la gala chinela,
Mucho prometemos en tormenta fiera,
Mas luego ofrecemos infinita cera,
De la china gala la gala chinela.
Adiós, señores A la vela.
Nam si pericula sunt in mari,
Pericula sunt in terra,
Et pericula, in falsis fratribus.

La Bomba - 1989 Digital Remaster

Bomb, bomb and water out,
Let the charges go to sea,
We're going to drown,
No remedy is expected.
To the clew, help,
You go to the helm,
What space! Run, run!
Don't you see our doom?
Cut those halyards so that the sail may be lowered,
Counterbalance towards this point, Oh, that the ship is being ravaged,
Send to caulk, maybe it will provide a remedy,
There is no time or place anymore, the ship is opening in half,
What shall we do? What shall we do?
If we would swim,
Oh, the sea is so rough,
That we shall all perish.
Holy Virgin of Loreto, Saint Ginés, help us,
I'm drowning, holy God,
Saint Elmo, holy blessed one,
Oh Virgin of Guadalupe,
Our wickedness shall not occupy you,
Lady of Montserrat,
Lady of Montserrat,
Hear, lady and great rescue.
Oh great help and prosperity,
Ship comes in which we escape,
Come closer, we are perishing,
Help, there should be no delay,
Help, Help.
Let it not be a point delayed,
Gentlemen, that boat, that boat, that boat.
Oh, what luck I have had, because I could get into it.
Let us give thanks, Lord, our God,
Worthy and just it is,
Of such a great benefit,
Received on this day,
Let us sing with joy,
All today for his service.
Come, come, let us begin,
Start you, Gil Pizarra,
To play with your guitar,
And we will help you,
Wait until it's tempered,
Temper it well, you son of a wretch.
Oh, how out of tune it is,
Finish, damn it, already.
That's enough,
Go up, go up a little more.
Very good.
Come on, then, our name,
The playing with the singing,
In harmony to praise,
Jesus newly born.
Blessed is he who has come,
To deliver us from agony,
Blessed be this day,
That the contentment was born,
His coming remedied a thousand sorrows.
Blessed be the eyes,
That looked upon us with mercy,
And blessed be they, who thus tamed such fortune.
Let there be no anguish left,
Let us hurry to sail,
For the wind is going to carry us,
The gale is strong, the gale,
Against fortune.
Shout, shout all together,
Prosperity, prosperity,
Salvation, salvation.
Gala is everything to no one today, The gala chinela,
Gala is everything to no one today, The gala chinela,
Of the Chinese gala the gala chinela,
We promise much in fierce storm,
But then we offer infinite wax,
Of the Chinese gala the gala chinela.
Goodbye, gentlemen To the sail.
Nam si pericula sunt in mari,
Pericula sunt in terra,
Et pericula, in falsis fratribus.