Текст и перевод песни Mercedes Sosa - María Va (En Vivo)

María Va (En Vivo)

Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
de trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
Andando el verano de sol y chicharra,
a flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo
un tren perezoso, resuello y resuello
a calle regada, María, olía tu pueblo
a pura inocencia de niño pueblero,
a calle regada, a flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo.
Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
de trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
María va, María va,
María va, María va.

María Va (Live)

With piercing gaze and crooked legs, María goes,
Treading upon sorrows, the burning sand, María goes,
A fiery sun scorches the forest, María goes,
Fear of the pombero, palm groves and streams, María goes.
The afternoon nap wanted to give her a child for her solitude,
Of wheat and moon and by her hand, María goes,
Through the tobacco field, your steps, María goes,
And she drinks in the sun that smells of goblins, María goes.
Walking through the summer of sun and cicadas,
To mountain flowers, María, your town smelled like
A lazy train, panting and panting
To a watered street, María, your town smelled like
With the sheer innocence of a small-town boy,
To a watered street, to mountain flowers, María, your town smelled like.
With piercing gaze and crooked legs, María goes,
Treading upon sorrows, the burning sand, María goes,
A fiery sun scorches the forest, María goes,
Fear of the pombero, palm groves and streams, María goes.
The afternoon nap wanted to give her a child for her solitude,
Of wheat and moon and by her hand, María goes,
Through the tobacco field, your steps, María goes,
And she drinks in the sun that smells of goblins, María goes.
María goes, María goes,
María goes, María goes.