Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cinco Siglos Igual, artist - Mercedes Sosa. Album song Para Cantar He Nacido, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Cinco Siglos Igual(original) |
Soledad sobre ruinas |
Sangre en el trigo |
Rojo y amarillo |
Manantial del veneno |
Escudos, heridas |
Cinco siglos igual |
Desamor, desencuentro |
Perdon y olvido |
Cuerpo con mineral |
Pueblos trabajadores |
Infancias pobres |
Cinco siglos igual |
En esta parte de la tierra |
La historia se cayo |
Como se caen las piedras |
Aun las que tocan el cielo |
O estan cerca del sol |
O estan cerca del sol |
Lealtad sobre tumbas |
Piedra sagrada |
Dios no alcanzo a llorar |
Sueo largo del mar |
Hijos de nadie |
Cinco siglos igual |
Muerte contra la vida |
Gloria de un pueblo |
Desaparecido |
Es comienzo, es final |
Leyenda perdidad |
Cinco siglos igual |
En esta parte de la tierra |
La historia se cayo |
Como se caen las piedras |
Aun las que tocan el cielo |
O estan cerca del sol |
O estan cerca del sol |
Es tiniebla con flores |
Revoluciones |
Y aunque muchos no estan |
Nunca nadie penso |
En besarte los pies |
Cinco siglos igual |
Len Gieco |
(translation) |
solitude on ruins |
blood in the wheat |
Red and yellow |
Poison Spring |
shields, wounds |
five centuries the same |
heartbreak, disagreement |
forgive and forget |
body with ore |
working peoples |
poor childhoods |
five centuries the same |
In this part of the earth |
the story fell |
how stones fall |
Even those that touch the sky |
Or are they close to the sun |
Or are they close to the sun |
Loyalty on graves |
holy stone |
God I can't cry |
long dream of the sea |
children of no one |
five centuries the same |
death against life |
Glory of a people |
Missing |
It's beginning, it's ending |
lost legend |
five centuries the same |
In this part of the earth |
the story fell |
how stones fall |
Even those that touch the sky |
Or are they close to the sun |
Or are they close to the sun |
It is darkness with flowers |
revolutions |
And although many are not |
no one ever thought |
in kissing your feet |
five centuries the same |
Len Gieco |