Текст и перевод песни The Refrescos - Airiños, Airiños, Aires

Airiños, Airiños, Aires

Sen ela vivir non podo, non podo vivir sen ela
E onde queira que vaia cóbreme unha sombra espesa.
Cóbreme unha espesa nube, tal preñada de tormentas,
Tal de soidás preñada que a miña ida envelena.
Levaime, levaime, airiños, coma unha folliña seca
Que seco tamén me puxo a callentura que queima.
Ai! Se non me levades pronto, airiños da miña terra
Se non me levais, airiños quizais xa non me coñezan.
Levaime, levaime, airiños, levaime onde me espera
Unha nai que por min chora, un pai que sin min n'aventa.
Irmán por quen daría, a sangue das miñas venas,
Un amorciño que en alma a vida lle prometera.
Se pronto non me levades, ai! Morrerei de tristeza,
Soio nunha terra estraña, onde o estraño me alumea.
Onde todo canto miro, todo me di estranxeiro.
Ai miña probe casiña! Ai meu puchiño vermello!
Non permitais que aquí morra, airiños da miña terra,
Inda penso que de morto ei de suspirar por ela.
Inda penso, airiños, aires, que despois de morto sea,
Pases polo camposanto onde enterrado me teñan.
Pases na calada noite, ruxindo entre as follas secas,
O murmuxar dos medosos, atrás tantas calaveras.
Ainda despois de mortiño, airiños da miña terra,
EIVOS DE BERRAR AIRIÑOS, AIRIÑOS, LEVAIME A ELA

Airiños, Airiños, Airs

I cannot live without her, I cannot live without her
And wherever I go, a thick shadow covers me.
A thick cloud covers me, so pregnant with storms,
So pregnant with loneliness that my departure is poisoned.
Take me, take me, winds, like a dry leaf
That has also dried me up with the fever that burns.
Oh! If you don't take me soon, winds of my homeland
If you don't take me, winds, perhaps they will no longer know me.
Take me, take me, winds, take me where she awaits me
A mother who cries for me, a father who yearns for me
A brother for whom I would give, with the blood of my veins,
A tiny love that would promise life to his soul.
If you don't take me soon, oh! I will die of sadness,
Alone in a strange land, where the stranger shines on me.
Where everything I see, everything tells me I am a stranger.
Oh my poor little house! Oh my little red chick!
Do not allow me to die here, winds of my homeland,
I still think that when I am dead I will sigh for her.
I still think, winds, airs, that after I am dead,
You will pass by the cemetery where they have buried me.
You will pass by in the dead of night, roaring among the dry leaves,
The murmur of the fearful, behind so many skulls.
Even after I am dead, winds of my homeland,
YOU WILL HEAR ME SHOUTING WINDS, WINDS, TAKE ME TO HER