Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hermano, Dame Tu Mano, artist - Mercedes Sosa. Album song 30 años, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Hermano, Dame Tu Mano(original) |
Hermano dame tu mano |
Vamos juntos a buscar |
Una casa pequeñita |
Que se llama libertad |
Esta es la hora primera |
Este es el justo lugar |
Abre la puerta que afuera |
La tierra no aguanta más |
Mira adelante hermano |
Es tu tierra la que espera |
Sin distancias, ni fronteras |
Que pongas alta la mano |
Sin distancias, ni fronteras |
Esta tierra es la que espera |
Que el clamor americano |
Le baje pronto la mano |
Al señor de las cadenas |
Métale a la marcha |
Métale al tambor |
Métale que traigo |
Un pueblo en mi voz |
Hermano dame tu sangre |
Dame tu frío y tu pan |
Dame tu mano hecha puño |
Que no necesito más |
Esta es la hora primera |
Este es el justo lugar |
Con tu mano y mi mano |
Hermano empecemos ya |
Mira adelante hermano |
En esta hora primera |
Y apretar bien tu bandera |
Cerrando fuerte la mano |
Que apretada a tu bandera |
En esta hora primera |
Con el puño americano |
Le marque el rostro al tirano |
Y el dolor se quede afuera |
(translation) |
brother give me your hand |
Let's go together to search |
a tiny house |
what is called freedom |
This is the first hour |
this is the right place |
Open the door that outside |
The earth can't take it anymore |
look ahead brother |
It is your land that waits |
No distances, no borders |
put your hand up |
No distances, no borders |
This land is the one that waits |
That the American cry |
I lowered my hand soon |
to the lord of the chains |
put him on the march |
hit the drum |
Let me know what I bring |
A town in my voice |
Brother give me your blood |
Give me your cold and your bread |
Give me your fisted hand |
that I don't need more |
This is the first hour |
this is the right place |
With your hand and my hand |
Brother let's start |
look ahead brother |
In this first hour |
And tighten your flag well |
Closing the hand tight |
How tight to your flag |
In this first hour |
with the brass knuckle |
I marked the face of the tyrant |
And the pain stays outside |