Napoleon - Señor de Edad - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Napoleon - Señor de Edad




Señor de Edad
Elderly Man
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Tell me,
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Elderly man
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀ sᴜ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ
What was your world like?
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ
Come on, tell me
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴇʟ ʀɪᴏ
Tell me if the river
ᴄᴀɴᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴀʟ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇʀ
Sang as it flowed
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Because today, you know
ʀɪᴏ ʏᴀ ɴᴏ ᴄᴀɴᴛᴀ
The river no longer sings
ʏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇ ᴘᴏʀ ᴇʟ
And it flows through
Dᴇsᴘᴇʀᴅɪᴄɪᴏ ɪɴᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ
Waste that's filthy
ᴇɴ ʟᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴇ ᴛʀᴇs
Instead of the three
Vᴏᴍɪᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ ғᴀʙʀɪᴄᴀs
Vomit from factories
Sᴇ ʜᴀɴ ᴠᴀᴄɪᴀᴅᴏ ᴇɴ ᴇʟ
Has been emptied into it
Y sᴇ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟ ᴀʀʙᴏʟ
And the tree dies
ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ғɪᴇʟ
Of the faithful shadow
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Tell me,
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Elderly man
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ sᴜs ᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏs
What were your times like?
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ
Come on, tell me
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴄᴀsᴏ
Tell me if perhaps
ᴇxɪsᴛɪᴀ ʟᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ
Truth existed
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Because today, you know
Lᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ ᴇs ᴀʟɢᴏ
Truth is something
ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ
Of coincidence
Hᴀʏ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇs ϙᴜᴇ ᴍɪᴇɴᴛᴇɴ
There are people who lie
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴜʀᴀʀ
To try to find
ᴘᴜᴇsᴛᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀ'ɴ
The position they occupy
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴅᴇsᴀɴɢʀᴀʀ
To bleed out
Lᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴅᴀᴅ ᴇs ᴀʟɢᴏ
Truth is something
ϙᴜᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇ ʏᴀ
That no longer exists
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Tell me,
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Elderly man
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ sᴜs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇs
What were your streets like
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ
Come on, tell me
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴇʟ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ
Tell me if the town
Sᴏɴʀᴇɪᴀ ᴀʟᴛᴀʀ
Smiled at the altar
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Because today, you know
Hᴀʏ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏs
There are some towns
ᴅᴏɴᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʀᴀᴢᴏɴ
Where reason
Vᴇʀ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇ
Seeing blood in the street
ᴇs ʟᴀ sᴏʟᴜᴄɪᴏɴ
Is the solution
Dᴇ ᴜɴɪғᴏʀᴍᴇ
In uniform
ʏ ᴀʀᴍᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴅᴇᴛᴇɴᴇʀ
And with weapons to stop
Lᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴘɪᴅᴇɴ
What some are asking for
ʟʟᴇɴᴏs ᴅᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏ'ɴ
Full of reason
Dɪɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Tell me,
Sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Elderly man
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴇʀᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴏs
What were your fields like?
ᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴇɴᴛᴇᴍᴇ
Come on, tell me
ᴄʀᴇᴄɪᴀ ᴇʟ ᴛʀɪɢᴏ
If the wheat grew
ʟɪʙʀᴇ ʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏsᴀʟ
Free and colossal
Pᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ʜᴏʏ sᴀʙᴇ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅ
Because today, you know
Hᴀʏ ᴀʟɢᴜɴᴏs ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴏs
There are some fields
ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴀᴅᴏs ᴅᴇ sᴇᴅ
Planted with thirst
Hᴀɴ ᴄᴀʙᴀᴅᴏ ᴛᴜᴍʙᴀs
They've dug graves
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʜᴏᴍʙʀᴇs ᴅᴇ ғᴇ
For men of faith
Hᴀɴ sᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴅᴏ ᴄʀᴜᴄᴇs
They've planted crosses
ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢᴇʀ
To gather
Cᴏᴄᴇᴄʜᴀs ᴅᴇ ʜᴜᴇsᴏs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇsᴇ
Harvests of bones, just imagine
Y ᴇs ᴛʀɪsᴛᴇ
And it's sad
ɴᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ
Don't you think, elderly man
Qᴜᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇsᴛᴏ ᴘᴀsᴇ
That all this should happen
Sɪɴ sᴀʙᴇʀ ᴘᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ
Without knowing why
Nᴏ sᴇ ᴘᴏɴɢᴀ ᴛʀɪsᴛᴇ
Don't be sad
ɴᴏ ʟʟᴏʀᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ
Don't you cry, sir
Nᴏ ʟʟᴏʀᴇ sᴇɴ̃ᴏʀ
Don't you cry, sir
Hᴀʏ ϙᴜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ʙᴜsᴄᴀ
There are people who seek
ᴜɴ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ
A better world
Hᴀʏ ɢᴇɴᴛᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ʟᴜᴄʜᴀ
There are people who fight
ᴘᴏʀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛᴀ ᴀᴍᴏʀ
For love to exist
Hᴀʏ ᴜɴᴀ ᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴢᴀ
There is hope
ʏ ᴜɴ ɢʀᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀᴀᴢᴏɴ
And a great heart
Lᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴘʀᴇsᴜʀᴀᴅᴏ
Beats quickly
ᴘᴏʀ ᴜɴᴀ ɪʟᴜᴄɪᴏ'ɴ
For an illusion





Writer(s): José María Napoleón


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