Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuestro cobre, artist - Quilapayun. Album song 50 Años, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 06.06.2015
Record label: Plaza Independencia
Song language: Spanish
Nuestro cobre(original) |
Nuestro cobre |
La carne de la pampa |
Enclavado en la tierra colorada |
Que vive allá en el norte |
Empapado de sol y de montaña |
Motivo de los hombres |
Y mezclado con la sangre y con el alma |
De todo un pueblo pobre |
Nuestro cobre |
Nacido entre los cerros |
Y robado por manos extranjeras |
Cambiado por dinero |
No era Chile quien bebía de tu savia |
No eran los mineros |
Y te hacían cañón y te ponían |
En contra de los pueblos |
Nuestro cobre |
Ahora estás en casa |
Y la patria te recibe emocionada |
Con vino y con guitarras |
Son tus dueños los mismos que murieron |
Porque no te llevaran |
Y de aquí ya no te mueven ni con sables |
Ni tanques ni metrallas |
Nuestro cobre |
La carne de la pampa |
Enclavado en la tierra colorada |
Que vive allá en el norte |
Como un niño que nunca imaginó |
La dicha de ser hombre |
Has vencido para bien de los chilenos |
Ya no seremos pobres |
De tus frutos saldrá la vida nueva |
Vendrán tiempos mejores |
Para siempre el cobre está en las manos |
De los trabajadores |
(translation) |
our copper |
The meat of the pampas |
Nestled in the red land |
who lives there in the north |
Sun drenched and mountain |
men's motive |
And mixed with the blood and with the soul |
Of an entire poor town |
our copper |
Born among the hills |
And stolen by foreign hands |
exchanged for money |
It was not Chile that drank from your sap |
They were not the miners |
And they made you a cannon and put you |
Against the peoples |
our copper |
now you are home |
And the country receives you excited |
With wine and with guitars |
Your owners are the same ones who died |
Why won't they take you |
And from here they don't even move you with sabers |
Neither tanks nor shrapnel |
our copper |
The meat of the pampas |
Nestled in the red land |
who lives there in the north |
Like a child who never imagined |
The joy of being a man |
You have won for the good of Chileans |
We will no longer be poor |
From your fruits will come new life |
Better times will come |
Forever the copper is in the hands |
From the workers |