Текст и перевод песни Los Girasoles - La Bocina

La Bocina

Viviré en el campo
En el campo triste
Era una bocina
Que la toco yo
Que día tan bello pasaba con ella
Porque yo la amaba con toda ternura
Por ella lloré
Por ella lloré...

Por eso viajero
Si acaso la encuentras
Dile que sin ella
Ya no existo yo
Porque para el indio basta su bocina
Que toca en su tumba al morir el sol
Al morir el sol
Al morir el sol...

The Horn

I will live in the countryside
In the sad countryside
It was a horn
That I played
That beautiful day I spent with her
Because I loved her with all my tenderness
For her I cried
For her I cried...

So traveler
If you ever find her
Tell her that without her
I no longer exist
Because for the indian his horn is enough
That he plays in his tomb when the sun dies
When the sun dies
When the sun dies...