Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vayan al Norte, artist - Eliza Gilkyson. Album song Roses at the End of Time, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 02.05.2011
Record label: Red House
Song language: Spanish
Vayan al Norte(original) |
We never ask for a handout |
Or more than our fair share of pay |
Downtown you all know where we stand |
Out looking for work by the day |
You don’t ask why our farms were abandoned |
Or of our choice between vida y muerte |
Or why we would take such a gamble |
Por las esperanzas del Norte |
Vayan al Norte, vayan al Norte… |
From Oaxaca to El Paradero |
Survival our deepest desire |
From the barbed wire de La Frontera |
From the frying pan into the fire |
Laying low como ladrones |
En una tierra de puertas cerradas |
Aun podemos escuchar las voces |
De nuestros perdidos amados |
Vayan al Norte, vayan al Norte |
Digan adios y salgan ahora |
Atravesan el rio |
Queridos no lloran |
Vayan con dios y vayan al Norte |
Nos despertan en medio del sueno |
Las caras de nuestros viejos |
Saludan con las manos cansadas |
Por ultima vez, adios |
Y ahora nunca regresaremos |
Y pasamos por su mundo como sombras |
Pero una vida nueva hacemos |
Aqui en las tierras del Norte |
Vayan al Norte… |
Atraviesen el rio |
Cantan no lloran |
Vayan con dios y vayan al Norte |
(translation) |
We never ask for a handout |
Or more than our fair share of pay |
Downtown you all know where we stand |
Out looking for work by the day |
You don't ask why our farms were abandoned |
Or of our choice between life and death |
Or why we would take such a gamble |
For the hopes of the North |
Go North, go North... |
From Oaxaca to El Paradero |
Survival our deepest desire |
From the barbed wire of La Frontera |
From the frying pan into the fire |
Laying low like thieves |
In a land of closed doors |
We can still hear the voices |
Of our lost loved ones |
Go North, go North |
Say goodbye and get out now |
They cross the river |
Darlings don't cry |
Go with God and go North |
They wake us up in the middle of sleep |
The faces of our old |
They greet with tired hands |
For the last time, goodbye |
And now we'll never go back |
And we passed through his world like shadows |
But a new life we make |
Here in the Northlands |
Go North... |
cross the river |
They sing they don't cry |
Go with God and go North |