Текст и перевод песни Max Castro - Alma Noble

Alma Noble

Creerán,
Que somos rocas como ellos,
Creerán,
Que somos garras como ellos,
No somos de igual sentimiento,
Somos de corazón noble entre las garras de las viñas,
Somos de corazón noble, mancillados por los torvos.

Cuantas almas desgarraron, cuantos retoños marchitados,
Cuantos sueños han nublado, cuantos caminos pedregados,
Desoyendo el gemido de los humildes corazones,
Tanto el trato inhumano pisoteando en su poncho.

Con durezas y caprichos arraigaron sus maldades,
Con sus colmillos infernales enjugaron tanto llanto,
Mi pueblo ya está cansado de los sutiles alimañas,
Exige en su dulce canto la verdadera libertad.

Guitarrita huamangina te sentenciaron a vibrar triste,
Guitarrita huamanguina eres desfogue de almas dolientes
Tanto dolor tanto llanto te convirtieron en su cautivo
Tanto dolor tanto llanto te convirtieron en su cautivo
Te convirtieron en su cautivo.

Noble Soul

They will believe
That we are hard like them
They will believe
That we are claws like them
We are not of equal sentiment
We are of noble hearts among the vines' claws
We are of noble hearts, defiled by the wicked

How many souls they have torn, how many buds withered
How many dreams they have clouded, how many stony paths
Ignoring the groan of humble hearts
So much inhumane treatment, trampling on their poncho

With hardness and whims they took root their wickedness
With their infernal fangs they have wiped away so much weeping
My people are tired of the subtle vermin
They demand true freedom in their sweet song

Little guitar from Huamanga, they sentenced you to vibrate sadly
Little guitar from Huamanga, you are the release of grieving souls
So much pain, so much weeping has made you their captive
So much pain, so much weeping has made you their captive
They have made you their captive