Somos Todos Iguais - Elza Soares перевод на английский

Somos Todos Iguais

Como dizia a grande la Celia Cruz, azúcar

Me voy a Cuba
Yo voy a Cuba a bailar la salsa

Eu era tão pequenina
Já me dizia papai
Eu era tão pequenina
Já me dizia papai

Filha não fique triste
Aqui somos todos iguais
Filha não fique triste
Aqui somos todos iguais

Na guerra do dia a dia
O homem é bicho feroz
Na guerra do dia a dia
O homem é bicho feroz

Mas sempre acaba vencendo
Aquele que é mais veloz
Mas sempre acaba vencendo
Aquele que é mais veloz

Me voy a Cuba a bailar, rumbándole, mire
La cubana, cuando baila, es una cosa muy loca
Yo pierdo la cabeza
Anda donde va la negrita, mire, ah
Esa felicidad, la felicidad, uy

Mira el baile
Mira, mira hombre cómo se baila, eh
Qué piernas 'e ese compadre
Qué piernas del loco ese
Qué hombre, este loco, eh

No se puedes parar, eh
Tiene que mover siempre

Nos campos de batalha
Morre o homem, morre a flor
Nos campos de batalha
Morre o homem, morre a flor

Misturam todos os sangues
Mas o pranto não tem cor
Misturam todos os sangues
Mas o pranto não tem cor

No me gusta la guerra
É muito triste falar de guerra
Hablamos de amor, amor
Para siempre

Misturam todos os sangues
Mas o pranto não tem cor
Misturam todos os sangues
Mas o pranto não tem cor

Ah, negrito mío
Cómo me hace bien
Eh compadre, vamos a caminar, vamos a caminar

Eh compadre, me mete loca, eh

We Are All Equal

As the great Celia Cruz used to say, sugar

I'm going to Cuba
I'm going to Cuba to dance salsa

I was so little
My father used to tell me
I was so little
My father used to tell me

Daughter, don't be sad
Here we are all equal
Daughter, don't be sad
Here we are all equal

In the war of daily life
Man is a fierce beast
In the war of daily life
Man is a fierce beast

But in the end, the fastest one wins
But in the end, the fastest one wins
But in the end, the fastest one wins
But in the end, the fastest one wins

I'm going to Cuba to dance, rumbale, look
Cuban women, when they dance, are a sight to behold
I lose my mind
Follow the little black girl, look, ah
That happiness, that happiness, oh

Look at the dance
Look, look, man, how you dance, eh
What legs that guy has
What legs that crazy man has
What a man, this crazy guy, eh

You can't stop, eh
You have to keep moving

On the battlefields
Man dies, flower dies
On the battlefields
Man dies, flower dies

All bloods are mixed
But mourning has no color
All bloods are mixed
But mourning has no color

I don't like war
It's too sad to talk about war
Let's talk about love, love
Forever

All bloods are mixed
But mourning has no color
All bloods are mixed
But mourning has no color

Ah, my little black man
How you make me feel
Eh, friend, let's walk, let's walk

Eh, friend, you drive me crazy, eh