Текст и перевод песни Amancio Prada - Pra Habana

Pra Habana

PRA A HABANA!
Vendéronlle os bois,
Vendéronlle as vacas,
O pote do caldo
I a manta da cama.
Vendéronlle o carro 5
I as leiras que tiña;
Deixárono sÓio
Cou ropa vestida.
"María, eu son mozo,
Pedir no me É dado; 10
Eu voy polo mundo
Pra ver de ganalo.
Galicia está probe,
I a Habana me vou...
Adiós, adiós, prendas 15
Do meu corazón!"
"Ánimo, compañeros!
Toda a terra e dos homes.
Aquel que non veu nunca máis que a propia
A ignorancia o consome. 20
Ánimo! A quen se muda Dios o axuda!
I anque ora vamos de Galicia lonxe,
Verés desque tornemos
Que medrano os robres!
Mañán é o día grande, ao mar, amigos! 25
Mañán, Dios nos acoxe!"
No sembrante a alegrÌa,
No corazón o esforzo,
I a campana armoniosa da esperanza,
Lonxe, tocando a morto! 30
Este vaise i aquel vaise,
E todos, todos se van.
Galicia, sin homes quedas
Que te poidan traballar.
Tés, en cambio, orfos e orfas 35
E campos de soledad,
E nais que non teñen fillos
E fillos que non ten pais.
E tés corazóns que sufren
Longas ausencias mortás, 40
Viudas de vivos e mortos
Que ninguén consolara

Pra Habana

FOR HAVANA!
They sold him the woods,
They sold him the cows,
The cooking pot
And the bedspread.
They sold him the cart 5
And the fields that he had;
They left him alone
Barely clothed.
"Maria, I'm young,
I wasn't made to beg; 10
I'm going out into the world
To see if I can make it.
Galicia is poor,
And I'm going to Havana...
Farewell, farewell, my treasures 15
Of my heart!"
"Courage, my friends!
The whole world belongs to us.
Those who have never seen anything but their own land
Are consumed by ignorance. 20
Courage! God helps those who help themselves!
And although we are now far from Galicia,
You'll see when we return
How the oak trees have grown!
Tomorrow is the great day, to the sea, my friends! 25
Tomorrow, God will welcome us!
Joy on his face,
Effort in his heart,
And the harmonious bell of hope,
Far away, tolling for the dead! 30
This one goes and that one goes,
And everyone, everyone leaves.
Galicia, you are left without men
Who can work for you.
Instead, you have orphans 35
And fields of loneliness,
And mothers who have no children
And children who have no parents.
And you have hearts that suffer
Long, deadly absences, 40
Widows of the living and the dead
Whom no one will console