Текст и перевод песни TELEBIT feat. Andrea Echeverri - Entre Piedras y Carbón

Entre Piedras y Carbón

A pulso cargo mis penas
Y a cuestas esta ilusión,
De volver a ese camino soñador
Que alguna vez me acogió.
Prometo que por ti vuelvo,
Te lo prometo mi amor.
¿Qué habría sido de este pobre Corazón
De no ser por tu esplendor?
Dile, dile, dile a la muerte
Que no le voy a seguir.
De esta tierra me agarro fuerte,
No es momento de partir.
Dile, dile, dile a mi gente
Que ya no lloren por mí:
Hierba mala nunca muere,
Como dicen por ahí.
Cuéntale, cuéntale al mundo, cuéntales de mi sentir.
Corre, corre pajarito todos esperan por ti.
Cuéntale, cuéntale al mundo, cuéntales de mi sufrir.
Que la muerte es el olvido y nadie me ha olvidado a mí.
No dejen mis pensamientos
Aguardando en un Rincón.
Que los días entre piedras y carbón
Se hacen largos bajo el sol.
Cuéntale, cuéntale al mundo, cuéntales de mi sentir.
Corre, corre pajarito todos esperan por ti.
Cuéntale, cuéntale al mundo, cuéntales de mi sufrir.
Que la muerte es el olvido y nadie me ha olvidado a mí.
Oh
Que la muerte es el olvido y nadie me ha olvidado a mí.

Between Stones and Coal

I carry my burdens by hand
And on my back is this illusion,
Of returning to that dreamy path
That once welcomed me.
I promise that I will come back for you,
I promise you my love.
What would have become of this poor heart
Without your splendor?
Tell, tell, tell death
That I will not follow him.
I cling tightly to this earth,
It is not time to leave.
Tell, tell, tell my people
To no longer weep for me:
Bad weeds never die,
As they say around here.
Tell him, tell him to the world, tell them of my feelings.
Run, run little bird, everyone is waiting for you.
Tell him, tell him to the world, tell them of my suffering.
That death is oblivion and no one has forgotten me.
Do not let my thoughts
Wait in a corner.
That the days between stones and coal
Become long under the sun.
Tell him, tell him to the world, tell them of my feelings.
Run, run little bird, everyone is waiting for you.
Tell him, tell him to the world, tell them of my suffering.
That death is oblivion and no one has forgotten me.
Oh
That death is oblivion and no one has forgotten me.