Paroles et traduction Aventura feat. Miri Ben-Ari - José

José

Las maletas en la puerta, Jose ya se va a marchar (ahh, ahh)
A la guerra por su patria sin fecha de regresar, (ahh, ahh)
Dice a los niños rezen mucho por su padre, los voy a extrañar,
Y una esposa precupada, una agonia con ganas de reclamar
Jose…
Quien nos cuidas, y nos proteje como tu siempre lo as echo,
Como duermo si dormia acostadita en tu pecho,
Quien despierta mis mañanas con chuleria y besitos,
Ah en esta navidad quien alumbra el arbolito,
Y aunque tengo la esperanza de que dios sigue tus pasos,
Jose sabe que un soldado facil puede fracazar,
Quien me da la garantia de que volveras a casa,
Porque miro tu retrato y me dan ganas de llorar
Ahora dime quieeeeeeeenn, ahora dime quieeeennnnnn
Aventura
Les presento, Mary Benarie
She's nassstty,
Llora violin, llora
Una historia un poco amarga, Jose tiene que partir (ahhh, ahhh)
un soldado en batalla sin saber cual es su fin,
ya se despide y le dice a el mas pequeño no llores asi,
Que pronto vuelvo, y la esposa en silencio oculta el sufrir,
Tiene un nudo en la garganta, pero no quiere llorar,
Ella sabe que con llantos nada puede remediar,
Y disfrasa su tristesa con sonrisa a delical,
aunque muriendo por dentro le quisiera reprochar…
Jose…
Quien nos cuida, y nos proteje como tu siempre lo as echo,
Como duermo si dormia acostadita en tu pecho,
Quien despierta mis mañanas con chuleria y besitos,
Ah en esta navidad quien alumbra el arbolito,
Y aunque tengo la esperanza de que dios sigue tus pasos,
Jose sabe que un soldado facil puede fracazar,
Quien me da la garantia de que volveras a casa,
Porque miro tu retrato y me dan ganas de llorar
Ahora dime quieeeenn, ahora dime quieeeeennn
This one goes out to all those fallen soldiers,
The heroes that go to battle for us…
May they rest in peace.

Jose

The suitcases at the door, Jose is leaving now (ahh, ahh)
To war for his country, with no date of return (ahh, ahh)
He tells the children to pray a lot for their father, I'm going to miss you,
And a worried wife, an agony with the urge to complain
Jose…
Who takes care of us, and protects us like you always have,
How do I sleep if I slept nestled against your chest,
Who wakes up my mornings with charm and kisses,
Ah, this Christmas, who will light the little tree,
And although I have the hope that God follows your steps,
Jose knows that a soldier can easily fail,
Who gives me the guarantee that you will return home,
Because I look at your portrait and I feel like crying
Now tell me whoooooo, now tell me whooooo
Aventura
We present, Mary Benarie
She's nasty,
Cry violin, cry
A somewhat bitter story, Jose has to leave (ahhh, ahhh)
A soldier in battle without knowing what his end is,
He says goodbye and tells the youngest one, don't cry like that,
I'll be back soon, and the wife silently hides her suffering,
She has a lump in her throat, but she doesn't want to cry,
She knows that with tears she can't remedy anything,
And she disguises her sadness with a delicate smile,
Although dying inside, she would like to reproach him…
Jose…
Who takes care of us, and protects us like you always have,
How do I sleep if I slept nestled against your chest,
Who wakes up my mornings with charm and kisses,
Ah, this Christmas, who will light the little tree,
And although I have the hope that God follows your steps,
Jose knows that a soldier can easily fail,
Who gives me the guarantee that you will return home,
Because I look at your portrait and I feel like crying
Now tell me whoooo, now tell me whooooo
This one goes out to all those fallen soldiers,
The heroes that go to battle for us…
May they rest in peace.