- Allan Taylor Los Compañeros 歌词
- Allan Taylor
- You see them in old Havana,
哈瓦那旧城里
Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
一群人玩着纸牌，抽着雪茄
And their polishing crome fenders
你能看见他们旧洋汽车上
On their big old yankee cars.
被擦拭光亮的铬黄挡泥板
曼纽尔就在那坐着
Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,
喝着朗姆酒，望着身旁的女孩们
Drinking rum, watching the girls ...
当他注意到美丽动人的玛利亚时，不禁吹起了口哨
He whistles at the beautiful Maria
玛利亚也挂上微笑，撇下了一起的女伴
And she smiles and tosses her girls.
此时酒吧的女招待自顾自弹起了他的吉他
指尖的旋律在街上回荡
Now the bartender strums his guitar
玛利亚伴着音乐
And the rhythm plays out in the street.
翩跹起舞，恣意挥洒她的热情
Maria moves with the passion
这些老家伙们也被她感染，欣慰地笑了
As her body sways in the heat.
这时的他们是如此年轻，如此坚定
当胜利之歌响起时
And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,
少女们献上了她们的花
For a moment they're young and they're strong.
曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
And the young girls are giving them flowers
逃离弗罗里达的层层关口，带着走私枪支
As they sing their victory song.
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
Once we were bold companeros,
当曼纽尔谈到这次伟大革命时
Running guns from the Florida keys,
悲喜交加
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
他又讲起身上勋章
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
和伤疤的来历
接着他举杯痛饮，缅怀逝去的战友
He talks of the great revolution
曾经的我们是农民，是诗人，也是饥饿的人
In words of sadness and pride.
除了和平，我们别无所求
And the medals he wears
我们为妻儿战斗
Are the scars that he bears
我们为每个人的自由战斗
And he drinks for the friends who died.
曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
逃离弗罗里达的层层关口，带着走私枪支
We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
All we wanted was our own peace of land.
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
We were fighting for our wives and children
现在北方佬来这钓起鱼来
And freedom for every man!
他们的口袋里总是一片青葱
十美元就可以买到一个女人
Once we were bold companeros,
或者一箱石油
Running guns from the Florida keys,
小孩子们离开了这座岛
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
老家伙们也变得不善言辞
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
曼纽尔靠着过去的梦想继续生活
借酒消愁，愁却更愁
Now the yankees come for the fishing
曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
And their pockets are loaded with greens.
逃离弗罗里达的层层关口，带着走私枪支
Ten dollars will buy you a woman
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
or a tank of gasoline.
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
And the young kids are leaving the island
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
And the old guys have nothing to say.
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
Manuel is living on dreams of the past
And tonight he'll drink it away
Once we were bold companeros,
Running guns from the Florida keys,
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
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