El Huracán - Lalo López перевод на английский

El Huracán

De nuevo tú y de nuevo yo sin voz sin armás en medio del fuego
Del bien al mal solo hubo un paso amor quién fue?
Quién disparó?
Quién tiró a matar?
Quien tiró a matar?
Fue el frío el miedo el viento triste un nuevo amor talvez el huracán
Quien quedó detrás quien quedó detrás de nuevo tú y de nuevo yo
Sin voz sin luz sin más suelo que
El miedo del bien al mal solo hubo un
Grito el fuego del dragón quien tiró a matar quien tiró a matar
Fue el frío el miedo el cantó
Triste el corazón de aquel que ya no está
Quien quedó detrás quien quedó detrás fue la bala con su grito
Una historia sin memoria Un rebelde a
La victoria con su brazo en la verdad
Es la luna que es espejo de una plaza son tus hijos con el grito
Tierra patria libertad soy yo quien
Viene detrás el que vuela con tus alas
El que sigue tu camino el que no olvida la historia
El que guarda en la memoria tu sonrisa el grita que allá vamos
Que venimos desde atrás
Somos manos en las alas
Somos fuerza somos armas
Somos niños cantó y danza
La sonrisa la esperanza
Que ni un huracán alcanza
Que ni un huracán alcanza
A frenar el corazón
Del que viene desde atrás
Fue la bala con su grito
Una historia sin memoria
Un rebelde a la victoria
Con su brazo en la verdad
Es la luna que es espejo de una plaza
Son tus hijos con el grito
Tierra patria libertad.

The Hurricane

You and I, yet again, left defenseless in the midst of fire
From good to evil, there was only one step, my love, who was it?
Who fired the shot?
Who tried to kill?
Who tried to kill?
Was it the cold or the fear, the gloomy wind, or maybe a new love, or even the hurricane?
Who was left behind, who was left behind, once more, you and I,
Voiceless and lost without a place to stand,
From good to evil, there was only one
Outcry, the dragon's fire, who tried to kill, who tried to kill?
Was it the cold, the fear, the somber tone
Of the heart of one who's no longer here?
Who was left behind, who was left behind, it was the bullet with its cry
A story without memory, a rebel who
Marched towards victory with his arm in the truth
It's the moon that serves as the mirror for a plaza, it's your children with their cries
Motherland, freedom, it's me who
Comes from behind, the one who flies with your wings
The one who follows your path, the one who won't forget history
The one who holds in his memory your smile, the one who cries out that we're here
That we come from behind
We are hands in the wings
We are strength, we are weapons
We are children, song and dance
The smile, the hope
That no hurricane can reach
That no hurricane can reach
To stop the beating heart
Of the one who comes from behind
It was the bullet with its cry
A story without memory
A rebel who marched towards victory
With his arm in the truth
It's the moon that serves as the mirror for a plaza
It's your children with their cries
Motherland, freedom.