Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Carta, artist - Mercedes Sosa.
Date of issue: 19.03.2021
Song language: Spanish
La Carta(original) |
Me mandaron una carta |
Por el correo temprano |
En esa carta me dicen |
Que cayó preso mi hermano |
Y sin compasión con grillos |
Por las calles lo arrastraron |
Sí… |
La carta dice el motivo |
Que ha cometido Roberto |
Haber apoyado el paro |
Que ya se había resuelto |
Si acaso esto es un motivo |
Preso voy también sargento |
Sí… |
Yo que me encuentro tan lejos |
Esperando una noticia |
Me viene a decir en la carta |
Que en mi patria no hay justicia |
Los hambrientos piden pan |
Los molesta la milicia |
Sí… |
Habrase visto insolencia |
Barbarie y alevosía |
De presentar el trabuco |
Y matar a sangre fría |
Hay quien defensa no tiene |
Con las dos manos vacías |
Sí… |
La carta que me mandaron |
Me pide contestación |
Yo pido que se propale |
Por toda la población |
Que el león es un sanguinario |
En toda generación |
Sí… |
Por suerte tengo guitarra |
Y también tengo mi voz |
También tengo siete hermanos |
Fuera del que se engrilló |
Todos revolucionarios |
Con el favor de mi Dios |
Sí… Sí |
(translation) |
they sent me a letter |
by early mail |
In that letter they tell me |
That my brother fell prisoner |
And mercilessly with crickets |
Through the streets they dragged him |
Yes… |
The letter says the reason |
What has Robert done? |
Having supported the strike |
That had already been resolved |
If this is a reason |
I'm going to prison too sergeant |
Yes… |
I am so far away |
waiting for a news |
He comes to tell me in the letter |
That in my country there is no justice |
The hungry ask for bread |
They are bothered by the militia |
Yes… |
You would have seen insolence |
Barbarism and treachery |
To present the blunderbuss |
And kill in cold blood |
There are those who do not have a defense |
With both empty hands |
Yes… |
The letter they sent me |
ask me for a reply |
I ask that it spread |
for the entire population |
That the lion is a bloodthirsty |
in every generation |
Yes… |
Luckily I have a guitar |
And I also have my voice |
I also have seven brothers |
Out of which he shackled |
all revolutionaries |
With the favor of my God |
Yes Yes |