Текст и перевод песни Rozalén - El Hijo De La Abuela

El Hijo De La Abuela

Miguel, un apuesto joven que trabaja en el tren
Nace en Alegia, Euskadi en el momento que
Era complicado si tenías ideales diferentes
Si hacías mucho ruido

Después del asesinato premeditado de
Melitón Manzanas decidieron que
Todo aquel fichado sería detenido
Encarcelado, torturado, deportado lejos

A pueblitos perdidos
Ella abrió la puerta y preguntó:
"Muchacho ¿Tú tienes madre?"
Asintió y no pudo decirle no

No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes un techo, un plato en la mesa
Ésta será tu casa Miguel
No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes tu cama
Una madre, una hermana
Ésta será tu casa Miguel

Así
Como al principio desconfían de él
Nadie comprende qué hace allí ni porqué
Cada día pasa por el cuartelillo
Da constancia de que no se ha ido, que no habló
Al fin
Todo el pueblo se encariña de Miguel
Poco le preguntan
No quieren saber
Hasta el médico le deja un traje
Para acompañar a la dama de fiestas en el baile

Él era un hombre bueno
Sus armas no violentas
El único crimen: un pensamiento libre
Del árbol del dolor nace un amor invencible

No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes un techo, un plato en la mesa
Ésta será tu casa Miguel
No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes tu cama
Una madre, una hermana
Ésta será tu casa Miguel

Madre mía si mis hijos se vieran en esta situación y viera que no los recogía nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie

Sí era un hombre bueno
Sus armas no violentas
El único crimen: un pensamiento libre
Del árbol del dolor nace un amor invencible

No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes un techo, un plato en la mesa
Ésta será tu casa Miguel
No sé de dónde vienes
Ni lo que hiciste ayer
Aquí tienes tu cama
Una madre, una hermana
Ésta será tu casa Miguel
Aquí tienes tu cama
Una madre, una hermana
Ésta será tu casa Miguel
Aquí tienes tu cama
Una madre, una hermana
Ésta será tu casa Miguel

The Grandmother's Son

Miguel, a handsome young man who works on the train
He was born in Alegia, Basque Country, at a time when
It was complicated if you had different ideals
If you made too much noise

After the premeditated murder of
Melitón Manzanas they decided that
Everyone who was registered would be arrested
Imprisoned, tortured, deported far away

To lost little villages
She opened the door and asked:
"Boy, do you have a mother?"
He nodded and couldn't say no to her

I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here you have a roof, a plate at the table
This will be your home, Miguel
I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here is your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home, Miguel

Thus
As at first they distrust him
No one understands what he's doing there or why
Every day he goes to the barracks
He testifies that he has not left, that he has not spoken
At last
The whole town becomes fond of Miguel
They ask him little
They don't want to know
Even the doctor leaves him a suit
To accompany the lady of the festivities at the dance

He was a good man
His weapons were non-violent
His only crime: a free thought
From the tree of pain, an invincible love is born

I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here you have a roof, a plate at the table
This will be your home, Miguel
I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here is your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home, Miguel

My mother if my children were in this situation and I saw that no one was taking them in, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one, no one

Yes, he was a good man
His weapons were non-violent
His only crime: a free thought
From the tree of pain, an invincible love is born

I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here you have a roof, a plate at the table
This will be your home, Miguel
I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here is your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home, Miguel
Here is your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home, Miguel
Here is your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home, Miguel