Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Entre A Mi Pago Sin Golpear, artist - Mercedes Sosa. Album song Grandes Éxitos Vol. 1, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Entre A Mi Pago Sin Golpear(original) |
Fue mucho mi penar |
Andando lejos del pago |
Tanto correr |
Pa' llegar a ningún lado |
Estaba donde nací |
Lo que buscaba por ahí |
Es oro la amistad |
Que no se compra ni vende |
Sólo se da |
Cuando en el pecho se siente |
No es algo que se ha de usar |
Cuando te sirva y nada más |
Así es como se dan |
En la amistad mis paisanos |
Sus manos son |
Pan cacho y mate cebado |
Y la flor de la humildad |
Suele su rancho perfumar |
La vida me han prestado |
Y tengo que devolverla |
Cuando el creador |
Me llame para la entrega |
Que mis huesos, piel y sal |
Abonen mi suelo natal |
La luna es un terrón |
Que alumbra con luz prestada |
Solo al cantor |
Que canta coplas del alma |
Le estalla en el corazón |
El sol que trepa por su voz |
Cantor para cantar |
Si nada dicen tus versos |
Ay! |
¿para qué |
Vas a callar al silencio? |
Si es el silencio un cantor |
Lleno de duendes en la voz |
Mi pueblo es un cantor |
Que canta la chacarera |
No ha de cantar |
Lo que muy dentro no sienta |
Cuando lo quiera escuchar |
Entre a mi pago sin golpear |
(translation) |
It was a lot of my sorrow |
Walking away from payment |
so much running |
To get anywhere |
I was where I was born |
What I was looking for there |
friendship is gold |
That is not bought or sold |
only given |
When in the chest you feel |
It is not something to be used |
When I serve you and nothing more |
This is how they are given |
In friendship my countrymen |
his hands are |
Chub bread and primed mate |
And the flower of humility |
His ranch usually perfumes |
The life they have lent me |
And I have to return it |
when the creator |
call me for delivery |
That my bones, skin and salt |
fertilize my native soil |
the moon is a lump |
That shines with borrowed light |
only to the singer |
that sings couplets of the soul |
It explodes in your heart |
The sun that climbs through your voice |
singer to sing |
If your verses say nothing |
Oh! |
for what |
Are you going to silence the silence? |
If silence is a singer |
Full of goblins in the voice |
My town is a singer |
that the chacarera sings |
You don't have to sing |
What deep inside I don't feel |
when you want to hear it |
Enter my payment without knocking |