Lyrics and translation Ñu - Robin Hood (Acoustic Version)

Robin Hood (Acoustic Version)

Es la eterna canción,
El recaudador,
Buitre del medievo.
Antiguo ladrón legal.

No cantáis, trovadores, amigos del amo,
Acaso cenáis con él.
Protestabais y él os echó las migas.
Tapó vuestra boca con libertad.

No se debe gritar pues ya todo está bien,
Digo, bien jodido, bebamos a tu salud.
Lanzará su flecha y pondrá su trampa al recaudador.
Les hablo de Robin Hood.

Ya vendrá Robin Hood.
Llegará Robin Hood.
Llegará Robin Hood.

Sólo algún ladrón obtendrá el perdón de los cien años
Si le roba a algún bribón.
Cogerá a su mujer, beberá su vino
Ante algún retrato. Bandido de profesión.

Un abrigo de piel le compró a su dama el recaudador,
Y,... ¿cuánto pusiste tú?

Ya vendrá Robin Hood.
Llegará Robin Hood.
Llegará Robin Hood.

Robin Hood (Acoustic Version)

This is the eternal song,
The tax collector,
Buzzard of the Middle Ages.
Ancient legal thief.

You don't sing, troubadours, friends of the master,
Perhaps you dine with him.
You protested and he threw you the crumbs.
He covered your mouth with freedom.

We should not shout, because everything is already fine,
I say, well fucked, let's drink to your health.
He will shoot his arrow and set his trap for the tax collector.
I'm talking about Robin Hood.

Robin Hood will come.
Robin Hood will arrive.
Robin Hood will arrive.

Only some thief will get a hundred years' pardon
If he steals from a rogue.
He will take his wife, drink his wine
In front of a portrait. Professional bandit.

The tax collector bought a fur coat for his lady,
And, how much did you put in?

Robin Hood will come.
Robin Hood will arrive.
Robin Hood will arrive.