Paroles et traduction Los Alegres de la Sierra feat. Conjunto Primavera - Sangre De Indio

Sangre De Indio

Por las venas de mi padre
Le corre la sangre
Tambien como ami,
Sangre del indio que calla,
Que llora, que ama
Y que sabe sufrir.

El indio aquel que mi madre amo
Por que sabe que es un hombre
Fiel, gracias a dios que es mi padre
Y que yo e heredado ser indio
Como el.

Entre espinas de nopales crecieron
Mis padre y ahi naci yo, y entre
La sierra mi padre soñaba con
Darme una vida mejor.

Ya no vivo entre tanta pobreza
Vivo como mi padre soño,
No ambiciono tampoco riquesa
La sangre de indio que traigo
Es mejor.

La piel de bronce que tengo es
Herencia de mi padre y este corazon que
Siento este me lo dio mi madre,
Los dos me dieron la vida
Los dos me dieron su sangre
Y gracias a dios que me hicieron
Un indio como mi padre.

Mis hermanos tambien llevan
La sangre de indio como llevo yo,
Sangre que pinto la tierra, la tierra
Que mi padre tanto labro.

Dejo mi padre la sierra, mi madre
Llorando tras el camino, dejaban
Todo por darme, lo que ya mas tarde
La vida me dio.

Ya no vivo entre tanta pobreza
Vivo como mi padre soño, no ambiciono
Tampoco riquesa la sangre de indio
Que traigo es mejor.

Indian Blood

In my father's veins
There runs blood
Also like mine,
Blood of the Indian who is silent,
Who cries, who loves
And who knows how to suffer.

The Indian that my mother loved
Because she knows he is a man
Loyal, thank God he is my father
And that I have inherited being an Indian
Like him.

Among prickly pear thorns my father grew up
And there I was born, and among
The Sierra, my father dreamed of
Giving me a better life.

I no longer live in so much poverty
I live as my father dreamed,
I don't yearn for wealth either
The Indian blood I have
Is better.

The bronze skin I have is
An inheritance from my father and this heart that
I feel this was given to me by my mother,
They both gave me life
They both gave me their blood
And thank God they made me
An Indian like my father.

My brothers also carry
The blood of an Indian like me,
Blood that painted the earth, the earth
That my father worked so hard on.

My father left the mountains, my mother
Crying behind him, they were leaving
Everything to give me, what later
Life gave me.

I no longer live in so much poverty
I live as my father dreamed, I don't yearn for
Wealth either, the Indian blood
That I have is better.