Текст и перевод песни El Combo de las Estrellas - Plegaria Vallenata

Plegaria Vallenata

Oyeme diosito santo
Tu de aritmetica nada sabias,
Dime por que la platica
Tu la repartiste tan mal repartida.
Oyeme diosito santo
En cual colegio era que tu estudiabas,
Por que a unos les diste tanto
En cambio a otros no nos diste nada.
Mira tanta gente pobre
Que vende su sangre para poder vivir,
No te das cuenta que el rico
Es feliz mirando al pobre sufrir.
Como se que es imposible
Que al santo cielo te llegue una carta,
Pero me estas escuchando
Cantando esta plegaria vallenata.
Oyeme diosito santo
Yo que en mis noches te paso rezando,
Para que me des licencia
De criar mis hijos y darles un rancho.
Mira como son las cosas
Que en ti confio y te sigo rezando,
Ya que no me diste plata
Dame salud para seguir luchando.
Mi plegaria vallenata
Diosito santo a ti te la canto.

A Vallenata Prayer

Hear me, my holy God
Know nothing of arithmetic,
Tell me why money
You have distributed so unfairly.
Hear me, my holy God
In which college did you study,
Because to some you gave so much
While others you gave nothing.
Look at so many poor people
Who sell their blood to live,
Don't you realize that the rich
Are happy watching the poor suffer.
I know it's impossible
That a letter to heaven will reach you,
But you are hearing me
Singing this Vallenata prayer.
Hear me, my holy God
I who spend my nights praying to you,
So that you may give me permission
To raise my children and give them a home.
Look how things are
That I trust in you and I keep praying,
Since you have not given me money
Give me health to keep fighting.
My Vallenata prayer
Holy God, I sing it to you.