Los Lobos — La Feria De La Flores letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "La Feria De La Flores" de Los Lobos.
Letra
On my black horse
I’ve come from very far
I carry a gun on my belt
And with it I give advice
I crossed the mountain
To come and see the flowers
There’s no hill too steep for me
No old nag can slow my pace
Even if another wants to pick her
It is I who saw her first
And I swear I have to steal her
Even if she has a gardener
I have to see her transplanted
To the garden of my house
And if the gardener shows up
We’ll see what happens
Me gusta cantarle al viento
Porque vuelan mis cantares
Y digo lo que yo siento
Por toditos los lugares
Aquí vine porque vine
A la feria de las flores
Aquí hay una rosa huraña
Que es la flor de mis amores
En mi caballo retinto
He venido de muy lejos
Y traigo pistola al cinto
Y con ella doy consejos
Atravesé la montaña
Pa' venir a ver las flores
No hay cerro que se me empine
Ni cuaco que se me atore
Aunque otro quiera cortarla
Yo la divisé primero
Y juro que he de robarla
Aunque tenga jardinero
Yo la he de ver trasplantada
En el huerto de mi casa
Y si sale el jardinero
Pues a ver, a ver que pasa
I like to sing to the winds
Because my songs take flight
And so I say what I feel
To every little place
I came here because I came
For the flower fair
Here there is a wild flower
That is the flower of my love
Tradução da letra
On my black horse
Come from very far
I carry a gun on my belt
And with it I give advice
I crossed the mountain
To come and see the flowers
There's no hill too steep for me
Não old nag can slow my pace
Even if another wants to pick her
It is I who saw her first
And I swear I have to steal her
Even if she has a gardener
I have to see her transplanted
To the garden of my house
And if the gardener shows up
We'll see what happens
Gosto de cantar ao vento
Porque os meus cânticos voam
E digo o que sinto
Por todos os lugares
Aqui vim porque vim
À feira das flores
Aqui está uma rosa huranha
Que é a flor dos meus amores
No meu cavalo retinto
Vim de muito longe
E trago uma arma ao cinto
E com ela dou conselhos
Atravessei a montanha
Pa ' vir ver as flores
Não há colina que me empine
Nem que fique preso
Mesmo que outro queira cortá la
Eu vi a primeiro
E juro que vou roubá la
Mesmo que tenha jardineiro
Tenho de a ver transplantada
No jardim da minha casa
E se o jardineiro sair
Bem, vamos ver o que acontece
I like to sing to the winds
Because my songs take flight
And so I say what I feel
To every little place
I came here because I came
For the flower fair
Here there is a wild flower
That is the flower of my love