Текст и перевод песни Sergent Garcia - Sangre Negra

Sangre Negra

Roja, la sangre del? rbol que cae sobre el hielo.
La tierra helada se rompe y se agrieta,
Y deja penetrar la sangre por su llaga,
Una tormenta de nieve, rel? mpago en el hielo,
El? rbol hoy ha muerto por el rayo matado.

Roja, la sangre del? rbol que cae sobre el hielo,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que cae sobre el hielo,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que corre en la plaza,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que corre en el pueblo,
Negra es la sangre del hombre que corre en el pueblo.

Negra, la sangre del hombre que corre en la plaza,
El asfalto helado se rompe y se agrieta,
Y deja penetrar la sangre por su llaga,
Una tormenta de nieve, rel? mpago el pueblo,
El hombre hoy ha muerto por el rayo matado.

Rouge est le sang de l'arbre qui glisse sur la glace.
La terre est gel? e, elle craque, elle se fissure,
Et laisse p? n? trer le sang par ses blessures.
Un orage quand il neige, un? clair sur la glace,
L'arbre est mort aujourd'hui par la foudre abattu.

Rouge est le sang de l'arbre qui glisse sur la glace.
Rouge est le sang de l'homme qui glisse sur la glace.
Rouge est le sang de l'homme qui glisse sur la place.
Rouge est le sang de l'homme qui coule sur la place.
Noir est le sang de l'arbre qui glisse sur la place.

Noir est le sang de l'homme qui coule sur la place.
L'asphalte est gel?, il craque, il se fissure,
Et laisse p? n? trer le sang par ses blessures,
Un orage quand il neige, un? clair sur la place,
L'homme est mort aujourd'hui par la foudre abattu

Black Blood

Red, the blood of the tree that falls on the ice.
The frozen earth cracks and splits,
And lets the blood enter through its wound,
A snowstorm, lightning on the ice,
The tree has died today, struck by lightning.

Red, the blood of the tree that falls on the ice,
Red, the blood of the man that falls on the ice,
Red, the blood of the man that runs in the square,
Red, the blood of the man that runs in the town,
Black is the blood of the man that runs in the town.

Black, the blood of the man that runs in the square,
The frozen asphalt cracks and splits,
And lets the blood enter through its wound,
A snowstorm, lightning in the town,
The man has died today, struck by lightning.

Red is the blood of the tree that slides on the ice.
The earth is frozen, it cracks, it splits,
And lets the blood penetrate its wounds.
A storm when it snows, lightning on the ice,
The tree is dead today, felled by the lightning.

Red is the blood of the tree that slides on the ice.
Red is the blood of the man that slides on the ice.
Red is the blood of the man that slides in the square.
Red is the blood of the man that flows in the square.
Black is the blood of the tree that slides on the square.

Black is the blood of the man that flows in the square.
The asphalt is frozen, it cracks, it splits,
And lets the blood penetrate its wounds,
A storm when it snows, lightning in the square,
The man is dead today, felled by the lightning.