Me He Preguntado Muchas Veces (Je Me Suis Souvent Demand) - Sandro y Los de Fuego Übersetzung ins Englische

Me He Preguntado Muchas Veces (Je Me Suis Souvent Demand)

A veces me pregunto yo
Si en vez de odio y de rencor
No puede hallarse mas amor
A veces me pregunto yo
Porque un negro habra de ser
Solo inferior por su color
Y aveces me he de preguntar
Porque a patadas trataran
A los perritos callejeros sin hogar
A veces me pregunto yo
Porque la gente abandono
Al inocente ser que sin querer nacio
Como yo Hubo quien no Lo penso
A veces me pregunto yo
Porque sera que se arranco
Para vender la pobre flor
Porque los hombres con afan
Aquellos arboles que dan
Su buena sombra cortaran
Y a veces me he de preguntar
Porque hay tan poca caridad
Porque es la fuerza la que impone a la verdad
Porque faltando a lo esencial
A de triunfar lo material
Y el que persigue un ideal acaba mal
Pobre de este mundo actual...
A veces me pregunto yo
Porque la prisa se invento
Y tanta gente se mato
A veces me pregunto yo
Si un muro debe separar
Los que se quieren abrazar
Y yo me vuelvo a preguntar
Porque millones gastaran
En cosas que de angustia nos haran temblar
Ellos podrian repartir
Para aliviar tanto sufrir
Y asi el mundo de lo malo redimir
Tu tambien lo puedes pensar
Y tal vez podamos ayudar.

I Often Wondered (Je Me Suis Souvent Demand)

Sometimes I wonder why
Instead of hatred and spite
We can't find more love
Sometimes I wonder why
A black person has to be
Inferior just because of their color
And sometimes I wonder why
Why they kick around
The poor homeless dogs
Sometimes I wonder why
Why people abandon
An innocent being that was born without wanting to
Like me, there were those who didn't think about it
Sometimes I wonder why
Why someone would go to such lengths
Just to sell a poor flower
Why do men eagerly
Cut down those trees that give
Their shade so willingly
And sometimes I wonder why
Why is there so little charity?
Why is it force that imposes truth?
Why, lacking the essential,
Must the material triumph?
And whoever pursues an ideal ends badly
Poor this wretched world...
Sometimes I wonder why
Why was being in a hurry invented?
And so many people killed themselves
Sometimes I wonder why
If a wall should separate
Those who want to hug each other
And I wonder again
Why millions are being spent
On things that make us tremble with anguish
They could share it,
To alleviate so much suffering,
And thus redeem the world from evil.
You can think about it too
And maybe we can help.