Translation needed of a song named " Fe verdadera"and "Sonia"
Jaramillo was a hero all over south and central america with his nterpretaions of songs.
Translation needed of a song named " Fe verdadera"and "Sonia"
Jaramillo was a hero all over south and central america with his nterpretaions of songs.
La inmensa extension de las estepas
cubiertas por la blanca nieve estan
y son de este presidio las murallas
tan altas que ni el sol se ve alumbrar
las celdas por la nieve estan cubiertas
y dentro de una celda un hombre esta
sus ojos afiebrados ven fantasmas
y canta una cancion que hace llorar
The immense expanse of the steppes
is covered by white snow
and the walls of this prison
are so high one can't even see the sun shine
the cells are covered by snow
and inside a cell there's a man
whose feverish eyes see ghosts
and he sings a song which makes one cry
Sonia, Sonia tus cabellos negros
en sueños mil veces bese yo
nunca yo podre olvidarte
tu del Volga eres bella flor.
Sonia, Sonia, your black hair
I've kissed a thousand times in my dreams,
I'll never be able to forget you,
you're a beautiful flower of the Volga
Sonia, Sonia mi existencia muere
encerrada en esta gran prision
y antes que la nieve me apresione el corazon
quiero llegue a ti mi maldicion.
Sonia, Sonia, my existence is dying down
locked in this huge prison,
and before the snow imprisons my heart
I want to make this curse get to you
Cuando eras mi esposa yo te amaba
y con mi amor la vida yo te di
y ciego de pasion no adivinaba
aquella vil traicion que sorprendi
tus labios de otros labios eran presa
y a un hombre vi que el cuello te ciño
entonces mi puñal hundi en su pecho
y el juez tan solo a mi me condeno
I loved you when you were my wife
and I gave you my life lovingly,
and blinded by my passion I couldn't see
that vile betrayal I was to discover,
your lips were prey of other lips,
I saw a man holding you by the neck,
so I sank my dagger in his chest,
but the judge condemned only me
Sonia, Sonia yo no se si existes
nada de este mundo llega a mi
solo hordas de cosacos
y de hambrientos lobos hay aqui
aunque mi recuerdo en tu memoria
por ser tu dichosa ya no este
en tus sueños cual fantasma aparecere
y esta historia te recordare......
Sonia, Sonia, I don't know whether you're still alive
nothing of the outer world reaches me
here live only hordes of cossacks
and hungry wolves,
even if my memory is out of your mind now
because you're happy,
I'll turn up in your dreams, like a ghost,
and I'll remind you of this story
I absolutely love Julio Jaramillo ♥![]()
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.
Una fe verdadera, de un alma noble y pura
con intima ternura mi amor, te consagre
te dije que era tuyo, te dije que te amaba
que solo en ti pensaba, y asi lo cumplire
My darling, I dedicated you with uttermost tenderness
a true faith, of a noble and pure soul,
I told you I was yours, I told you I loved you
and only thought about you, and I'll keep my word
Sera por que te quiero y te amo con pasion
A Dios en mi oracion imploro tu bondad
Tu siendo mi esperanza, lo intimo de mi alma
Virgen a quien reclama mi corazon piedad
It may be because I care about you and love you passionately,
I beg God in my prayers for you to have pity on me,
you are my hope, the innermost desire of my soul,
a virgin whose mercy my heart is asking for
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.