Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patria, artist - Victor Heredia. Album song La Historia Del Folklore (2da Parte), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Patria(original) |
Ya entregué mi corazón |
y otros te dieron la vida entera, |
las fogatas de ese amor |
no encienden sólo en primavera. |
No me pidas olvidar, no me pidas desarmar, |
desde niño aprendí que «patria» |
es memoria y sueño bajo la piel. |
Mira mis manos, llenas de hermanos. |
Que tu sangre cante en el viento |
como bandera de libertad. |
Volveremos a soñar |
nosotros somos parte de un sueño. |
Volveremos a cantar |
sobrevivientes de tanto infierno. |
Todo un pueblo soñará, todo un pueblo cantará, |
la sonrisa de los que sueñan |
hará un camino hasta la verdad. |
Mira mis manos, llenas de hermanos. |
Que tu sangre cante en el viento |
como bandera de libertad. |
Yo nací en este país |
— mi padre hablaba de otro destino -. |
Nada de lo que viví |
se ha muerto en tanto yo siga vivo. |
La verdad es este amor que florece bajo el sol, |
desde niño aprendí que «patria» |
es memoria y sueño bajo la piel. |
Mira mis manos, llenas de hermanos. |
Que tu sangre cante al viento |
como bandera de libertad. |
(translation) |
I already gave my heart |
and others gave you their whole life, |
the fires of that love |
they don't light up only in spring. |
Don't ask me to forget, don't ask me to disarm, |
Since I was a child I learned that "homeland" |
it is memory and sleep under the skin. |
Look at my hands, full of brothers. |
Let your blood sing in the wind |
as a flag of freedom. |
we will dream again |
we are part of a dream. |
we will sing again |
survivors of so much hell. |
A whole town will dream, a whole town will sing, |
the smile of those who dream |
will make a way to the truth. |
Look at my hands, full of brothers. |
Let your blood sing in the wind |
as a flag of freedom. |
I was born in this country |
— my father spoke of another destiny -. |
Nothing that I lived |
he is dead as long as I am alive. |
The truth is this love that blooms in the sun, |
Since I was a child I learned that "homeland" |
it is memory and sleep under the skin. |
Look at my hands, full of brothers. |
Let your blood sing in the wind |
as a flag of freedom. |