Mis Manos - Vicente Fernández Übersetzung ins Englische

Mis Manos

Mis manos son campo verde
Donde se han alimentado
Mis padres hijos y hermanos
Y alguno que otro invitado

Con ellas lidie un tornillo
Las manceras del arado
Con ellas corte la leña
Pá un taco recalentado

Con una escribi mi nombre
Con la otra escribi mi canto
Con una limpie mi frente
Con la otra seque mi llanto
Con una escribi mi nombre
Con la otra escribi mi canto
Con una limpie mi frente
Con la otra seque mi llanto

Que si las quiero me dicen
Si son campo bien sembrado
Que con alguna llovisna
Han de seguir cosechando
Para que coman los mios

Y uno que otro invitado
Con ellas tome a mi madre
Pá darle un beso en la frente
También abrace a mi padre
En un dia lobo callado
Peladio sin palabras

Las manos son las que hablaron.
Con una escribi mi nombre
Con la otra escribi mi canto
Con una limpie mi frente
Con la otra seque mi llanto
Con una escribi mi nombre
Con la otra escribi mi canto
Con una limpie mi frente
Con la otra seque mi llanto
Que si las quiero me dicen
A ellas si se mi canto

My Hands

My hands are a green field
Where my parents, children, and brothers have fed
And the occasional guest, my love
They've provided for all I hold dear above.

With them I've wrestled a bolt
The handles of the plow I've held tight
With them I've chopped the wood, my dear
For a warm taco, banishing all fear.

With one I wrote my name for you to see
With the other I wrote my song, just for thee
With one I wiped my brow, weary and worn
With the other I dried my tears, newly born
With one I wrote my name, a promise true
With the other I wrote my song, thinking of you
With one I wiped my brow, under the sun
With the other I dried my tears, now overcome.

They ask me if I love them, these hands so strong
If they are a field, well sown, where I belong
That with a little rain, my sweet
They will continue to harvest, can't be beat
So that my loved ones can eat their fill

And the occasional guest, with goodwill.
With them I held my mother dear
To give her a kiss on her forehead, so clear
I also embraced my father, with love and care
On a silent, somber day, beyond compare
Speaking without words, my heart laid bare.

My hands were the ones that spoke, you see.
With one I wrote my name, eternally
With the other I wrote my song, just for you
With one I wiped my brow, honest and true
With the other I dried my tears, shining like dew
With one I wrote my name, a love so new
With the other I wrote my song, forever to woo
With one I wiped my brow, under the sky so blue
With the other I dried my tears, dreaming of you
They ask me if I love them, these hands I embrace
To them, yes, I sing my song, with grace.