Paroles et traduction Cholo Valderrama - Camina Pedro

Camina Pedro

Camina Pedro
Confuso y meditabundo
Lo están matando los recuerdos en su mente
Se siente solo en medio de tanta gente
Pues va trochando un mundo que no es su mundo
Camina Pedro
Y su piel se hace viva
Sudores viejos de travesías con ganao
No haya el conuco ni el machete que ha encallao
Su par de manos dándole orgullo a su vida
Camina Pedro
Y entre el asfalto mira y busca el horizonte
Y son sus ojos dos caballos al galope
Pero su lejos ya no se lo mide el monte
Camina Pedro
Y entre la angustia de sus pasos reposaos
Con frente altiva lo veo pasar por mi la′o
Por dentro muere pero el hombre va calla'o
Camina Pedro
De frente en contra del viento
Y se sumerge en la nostalgia de historias
Cuando su rejo entre rejos le dio gloria
Que aunque fue grande hoy se lo traga el cemento
Y fueron siempre
Uno solo llano y pedro
Se hicieron dueños de alegrías y desengaños
Que a lo valdio le hecharon linea los años
Pa′que en sus manos solo quede un cuatro'e cedro
Camina Pedro
Y entre el asfalto mira y busca el horizonte
Y son sus ojos dos caballos al galope
Pero su lejos ya no se lo mide el monte
Camina Pedro
Y entre la angustia de sus pasos reposaos
Con frente altiva lo veo pasar por mi la'o
Por dentro muere pero el hombre va calla′o
Camina Pedro
Camina pedro

Walk Pedro

Walk Pedro
Confused and thoughtful
Memories in his mind are killing him
He feels alone amidst so many people
He's wandering a world that's not his
Walk Pedro
And his skin comes alive
Old sweat from cattle drives
He can't find the farm or the machete he's lost
His hands, a source of pride for his life
Walk Pedro
And among the asphalt, he gazes and searches the horizon
And his eyes are two galloping horses
But his distance is no longer measured by the mountains
Walk Pedro
And among the anguish of his steady steps
With his head held high, I see him passing by me
Inside he's dying, but he stays quiet
Walk Pedro
Straight ahead against the wind
And he immerses himself in the nostalgia of stories
When his reins among reins brought him glory
Even though he was great, today the cement swallows him
And they were always
Just the plains and Pedro
They became masters of joys and disappointments
That over time they turned the wasteland into lines
So that in his hands, only a cedar cuatro remains
Walk Pedro
And among the asphalt, he gazes and searches the horizon
And his eyes are two galloping horses
But his distance is no longer measured by the mountains
Walk Pedro
And among the anguish of his steady steps
With his head held high, I see him passing by me
Inside he's dying, but he stays quiet
Walk Pedro
Walk, Pedro