Canción a la Verdad - Rafael Silva Übersetzung ins Englische

Canción a la Verdad

Les contaré la historia de un hombre luchador
Él es la memoria de todo el dolor

Recuerdo que usaba barba, poncho y bolso artesanal
Tocaba la guitarra y le cantaba a la verdad
Fumaba cigarrillos de tabaco ilegal
Más su sombrero amarillo de marca nacional

Disconforme con el mando y con la forma de vivir
Siempre estaba luchando para liberar a su país
No le importaba nada, él tenía su ideal
Pegaba y le pegaban siempre con seguridad

A él, el que luchaba claramente por la paz
Sin importarle si regresaría a su hogar
Protestando; por su patria, por la causa

Todos lo conocían ya que él creía en Dios
Algunos lo seguían mientras que otros no
Él no obligaba a nadie, sólo cumplía con entregar
Aquellos panfletos con lenguaje procaz

En una redada a él y a otros se llevaron
Y a pesar de las circunstancias él seguía protestando
Temo que esta historia ha llegado a su final
Porque ninguno de nosotros lo volvió a ver más

A él, el que luchaba claramente por la paz
Sin importarle si regresaría a su hogar
Protestando; por su patria, por la causa

A él, el que luchaba claramente por la paz
Sin importarle si regresaría a su hogar
Protestando; por su patria, por la causa

Song to the Truth

I'll tell you the story of a fighting man, my love,
He's the memory of all the pain we've known.

I remember he wore a beard, poncho, and handmade bag,
He played the guitar and sang to the truth, my dear.
He smoked cigarettes of illegal tobacco, you see,
But his yellow hat was a national brand, truly.

Dissatisfied with the command and the way of living, my love,
He was always fighting to liberate his country, my sweet.
He didn't care about anything, he had his ideal, my dear,
He fought and was fought, always with certainty, my love.

Him, the one who fought clearly for peace, my sweet,
Without caring if he would return to his home, my love,
Protesting; for his homeland, for the cause, my dear.

Everyone knew him since he believed in God, my love,
Some followed him while others didn't, my sweet.
He didn't force anyone, he only fulfilled his duty to deliver, my dear,
Those pamphlets with provocative language, you see.

In a raid, they took him and others away, my love,
And despite the circumstances, he kept protesting, my sweet.
I fear this story has come to its end, my dear,
Because none of us ever saw him again, my love.

Him, the one who fought clearly for peace, my sweet,
Without caring if he would return to his home, my love,
Protesting; for his homeland, for the cause, my dear.

Him, the one who fought clearly for peace, my sweet,
Without caring if he would return to his home, my love,
Protesting; for his homeland, for the cause, my dear.