Paroles et traduction Mercedes Sosa - Maria Va (Live 1982)

Maria Va (Live 1982)

Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
Pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
Calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
Temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
De trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
Por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
Y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
Andando el verano de sol y chicharra,
A flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo
Un tren perezoso, resuello y resuello
A calle regada, María, olía tu pueblo
A pura inocencia de niño pueblero,
A calle regada, a flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo.
Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
Pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
Calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
Temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
De trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
Por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
Y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
María va, María va,
María va, María va.

Maria Va (Live 1982)

With narrowing eyes and crippled legs, Maria goes,
Stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
A scorching sun parches the mountains, Maria goes,
Fear of the ghost, palm grove swamp, Maria goes.
The afternoon sun wanted to give her a child for her loneliness,
Of wheat and moon and with her hand Maria goes,
Through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
And she drinks the sun that smells like a ghost, Maria goes.
Walking the summer of sun and cicadas,
To the flowers of the mountain, Maria, your town smelled like
A lazy train, breath after breath
To the streets with running water, Maria, your town smelled like
To the pure innocence of a country boy,
To the streets with running water, to the flowers of the mountain, Maria, your town smelled like.
With narrowing eyes and crippled legs, Maria goes,
Stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
A scorching sun parches the mountains, Maria goes,
Fear of the ghost, palm grove swamp, Maria goes.
The afternoon sun wanted to give her a child for her loneliness,
Of wheat and moon and with her hand Maria goes,
Through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
And she drinks the sun that smells like a ghost, Maria goes.
Maria goes, Maria goes,
Maria goes, Maria goes.