Текст и перевод песни Garzon Y Collazos - Las Lavanderas (Guabina)

Las Lavanderas (Guabina)

Sentadas junto a la orilla de la límpida quebrada,
Ya terminan la jornada porque la ropa les brilla;
Son las pobres lavanderas que lavan del mundo a solas,
Los pecados que las olas extienden por la ribera.
Sentadas junto a la orilla de la límpida quebrada,
Ya terminan la jornada porque la ropa les brilla;
Son las pobres lavanderas que lavan del mundo a solas,
Los pecados que las olas extienden por la ribera.
Chas... chis... chis... chas...

Va la tarde repitiendo, el agua sigue corriendo...
El agua sigue corriendo y el jabón no lava mas.

Chas... chis... chis... chas...

Va la tarde repitiendo, el agua sigue corriendo...
El agua sigue corriendo y el jabón no lava mas
Sigue lavando, lavando oh lavandera ignorada.
Sigue lavando y lavando hasta entrar la oscuridad.
Que por mas agua en la quebrada
No limpiaras estas manchas.
No limpiaras estas manchas de la triste
Humanidad. Sigue lavando, lavando oh lavandera ignorada.
Sigue lavando y lavando hasta entrar la oscuridad.
Que por mas agua en la quebrada
No limpiaras estas manchas.
No limpiaras estas manchas de la triste humanidad.
Chas... chis... chis... chas

Va la tarde repitiendo el agua sigue corriendo
El agua sigue corriendo y el jabón no lava más.

The Washerwomen (Guabina)

My dear, sitting by the edge of the crystal-clear stream,
Your day's work is almost done, your clothes gleam;
You are the humble washerwomen, doing the world's deeds alone,
Washing away the sins that the waves spread along the shore.
My dear, sitting by the edge of the crystal-clear stream,
Your day's work is almost done, your clothes gleam;
You are the humble washerwomen, doing the world's deeds alone,
Washing away the sins that the waves spread along the shore.
Flap... flap... flap... flap...

The afternoon keeps repeating, the water keeps flowing...
The water keeps flowing, and the soap won't wash away.

Flap... flap... flap... flap...

The afternoon keeps repeating, the water keeps flowing...
The water keeps flowing, and the soap won't wash away
Keep scrubbing, my darling, oh, unknown washerwoman.
Keep scrubbing until darkness falls.
For no matter how much water flows in the stream,
You will not wash away these stains.
You will not wash away these stains of sorrowful
Humanity. Keep scrubbing, my darling, oh, unknown washerwoman.
Keep scrubbing until darkness falls.
For no matter how much water flows in the stream,
You will not wash away these stains.
You will not wash away these stains of sorrowful humanity.
Flap... flap... flap... flap

The afternoon keeps repeating, the water keeps flowing
The water keeps flowing, and the soap won't wash away.