Текст и перевод песни Torre Fuerte - El Brujo

El Brujo

Pobre brujo de la aldea está de mal humor,
Le dolieron las palabras del predicador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, el predicador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, sólo habló de amor.
Los nativos de la aldea oyen del amor,
Que Jesús bajo del cielo como Salvador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, porque Jesús murió.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, y resucitó.
El brujo no entiende, no quiere creer,
Pero su danzano tiene poder.
Imágenes mudas, brebajes de olor,
Pero no calla el predicador.
Dios bendito ven, desciende y tócale, no tardes Señor.
Dios bendito ven, desciende y llámale, clama el predicador.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, Oh-e-o-ae-o.
En su choza una noche el brujo despertó,
Se quedó más que asombrado por lo que soñó.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, el Señor le habló.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, el Señor le habló.
Dos siluetas en la jungla, hacen oración,
Y en el cielo se hace fiesta, Dios le perdonó.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, porque Jesús murió.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, y resucitó.
El brujo no es brujo, ya no quiere danzar,
Todos los ritos quedaron atrás.
El brujo no es brujo, ya no quiere callar,
Cada mañana, le gusta cantar.
Dios bendito ven, desciende y tócale, Le gusta cantar
Dios bendito ven, desciende y tócale, de ti dame mas
Dios bendito ven, desciende y tócale, quiero quiero mas de ti
Dios bendito ven, desciende y llamame, quiero quiero mas de ti

The Shaman

Poor shaman of the village has gotten a frown,
His feelings hurt by the preacher's words.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, the preacher man.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, all he spoke was love.
The village people hear of love,
That Jesus came down from Heaven as Savior.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, for Jesus died.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, and rose again.
The shaman doesn't understand, doesn't want to believe,
But his dancing has power.
Silent carvings, smelly potions,
But the preacher doesn't stop talking.
Lord God, come down, touch him, don't delay, Lord.
Lord God, come down, call to him, the preacher prays.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, Oh-e-o-ae-o.
In his hut one night the shaman awoke,
He was more than amazed by what he had dreamed.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, the Lord spoke to him.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, the Lord spoke to him.
Two figures in the jungle, they pray,
And in the sky there is a celebration, God has forgiven him.
Oh-e-o-e-oh, for Jesus died.
Oh-e-o-ae-o, and rose again.
The shaman is no shaman, doesn't want to dance,
All the rituals are behind.
The shaman is no shaman, doesn't want to be quiet,
Every morning, he likes to sing.
Lord God, come down, touch him, he likes to sing.
Lord God, come down, touch him, give me more of you.
Lord God, come down, touch him, I want more of you.
Lord God, come down, and call me, I want more of you.