People Like the New Numbers - New Order Übersetzung ins Englische

People Like the New Numbers

Al pie de cerros altos
El río todo bordeando
Y a la orilla de sus aguas
Florece campo Quijano

De arriba el Ferrocarril
Viene cargado de cuarzo
Y entrevera su silbido
Con los pastores del bajo.

Campo Quijano, mi pueblo
Con su cielo provinciano
Se Parece a mi Destino
Que se amanece cantando.

Mi pueblo tiene el aroma
De las florcitas del campo
Y la humedad del paisaje
En su ceibos coloreando.

De aquí, a don tenor Sánchez
Gran domador de caballos
Baqueano en la cordillera
Y arriero en el viento blanco.

Campo Quijano, mi pueblo
Con su cielo provinciano
Se Parece a mi Destino
Que se amanece cantando.
GUILLE AA

People Like the New Numbers

At the foot of the high hills
A river runs beside
And on the edge of its waters
Campo Quijano blooms.

From above the railway
Comes laden with quartz
And intertwines its whistle
With the shepherds below.

Campo Quijano, my village
With its provincial sky
Reminds me of my destiny
That awakens me with a song.

My village has the scent
Of the wildflowers of the countryside
And the moisture of the landscape
In its colorful ceiba trees.

From here, to Don Tenor Sánchez
A great tamer of horses
A guide in the mountains
And a muleteer in the white wind.

Campo Quijano, my village
With its provincial sky
Reminds me of my destiny
That awakens me with a song.
GUILLE AA