Paroles et traduction Camilo Sesto - El Meur Cor Es de Alcoi

El Meur Cor Es de Alcoi

Estic en el mon
Tractan de fer lomes humá i millor
Pero entre tants som sempre tan pocs
Els que estem a favor
Soc una veu mes
Que pregunta canta, una resposta ó rao
Sabem que al cab o al fi ni cas
A la nostra cancó
Cadascú va a lo seu
Que mos ampare Deu
El meu cor es d Alcoi
I anque tinga el aigua hasta el coll
A mí, no me fa, mai res por
Yo vach naicer per sort
En la terra que vulle
I em voldra hasta la mort
Vach comenzar a respirar
I al mateix temps a parlar
Com un suspir, de foc I festa
Anan entre montañes I valls
Sempre porte en la sang
A la meua terreta
Raimet de pastor, romer, pebrella I timó
Tot es part de mi
Deixeu que creixa en els bancals
Les llavors en pau
No mos talleu els ponts
I els camins que mos porten al cel
L amor sempre está als nostres peus
I aixó no te preu
Cadascú va a lo seu
Que mos ampare Deu
Estoy en el mundo
Tratando de hacer lo mas humano y mejor,
Pero entre tantos que somos
Siempre tan pocos los que están a favor.
Soy una voz más
Que pide cantando una respuesta o razón,
Sabiendo que al fin y al cabo,
Ni caso a nuestra canción.
Cada uno va a lo suyo,
Que Dios nos ampare.
Mi corazón es de Alcoy,
Y aunque tenga el agua al cuello,
A mi no me da nada nunca miedo.
Yo nací, por suerte,
En la tierra que quiero
Y me querrá hasta la muerte.
Comencé a respirar
Y al mismo tiempo a hablar,
Como un suspiro de fuego y fiesta.
Caminando entre las montañas y valles,
Siempre llevo en la sangre
A mi pequeña tierra.
Racimillo de pastor, romero, piperella y tomillo
Todo es parte de mí.
Dejad que crezcan los campos,
Las semillas en paz,
No nos cortéis los puentes
Y los caminos que nos acercan al cielo.
El amor está siempre a nuestros pies,
Y eso no tiene precio.
Cada uno va a lo suyo,
Que nos ampare Dios.
Mi corazón es de Alcoy...

My Heart Belongs to Alcoy

I'm in the world,
Trying to make things more humane and better,
But among so many, we are always so few,
Those of us who are in favor.
I am one more voice
That asks, singing, for an answer or reason,
Knowing that in the end, they won't even listen
To our song.
Everyone goes their own way,
May God protect us.
My heart belongs to Alcoy,
And even if the water is up to my neck,
Nothing ever scares me.
I was born, luckily,
In the land I love
And it will love me until death.
I began to breathe
And at the same time to speak,
Like a sigh, of fire and celebration.
Walking among the mountains and valleys,
I always carry in my blood
My little land.
Shepherd's purse, rosemary, pennyroyal, and thyme,
Everything is part of me.
Let the fields grow,
The seeds in peace,
Don't cut off the bridges
And the paths that lead us to heaven.
Love is always at our feet,
And that is priceless.
Everyone goes their own way,
May God protect us.
I'm in the world,
Trying to make things the most humane and best,
But among so many of us,
Always so few who are in favor.
I am one more voice
That asks, singing, for an answer or reason,
Knowing that in the end,
They won't even listen to our song.
Everyone goes their own way,
May God protect us.
My heart belongs to Alcoy,
And even if the water is up to my neck,
Nothing ever scares me.
I was born, luckily,
In the land I love,
And it will love me until death.
I began to breathe
And at the same time to speak,
Like a sigh of fire and celebration.
Walking among the mountains and valleys,
I always carry in my blood
My little land.
Shepherd's purse, rosemary, pennyroyal, and thyme,
Everything is part of me.
Let the fields grow,
The seeds in peace,
Don't cut off the bridges
And the paths that lead us to heaven.
Love is always at our feet,
And that is priceless.
Everyone goes their own way,
May God protect us.
My heart belongs to Alcoy...