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Carlos Santana - Oye Como Va Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Listen how it goes

Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.1
Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.
 
If you don't know how to dance,
If the son's2 giving you trouble,
Just keep on following the steps,
And I assure you it's a delightful one.
 
I go to the Rumba3, the Rumba, the Rumba,
'Cause it calls me, calls me, calls me,
And I need the chorus to sound,
So I can start the swaying.
And I tell you:
 
'Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.
Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.'
 
This is a really hot one,
This is one you should dance tight.
Four little steps right ahead,
One little sway to the side.
 
I go to the Rumba, the Rumba, the Rumba,
'Cause it calls me, calls me, calls me,
And I need the chorus to sound,
So I can start the swaying.
And I tell you:
 
'Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.
Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.'
 
Listen how it goes, listen how it goes...
 
Soon comes Vincente the black 4
[And] The mercer from right over there.
Come all you my people, my people,
So we can enjoy the tumbao5
 
I go to the Rumba, the Rumba, the Rumba,
'Cause it calls me, calls me, calls me,
And I need the chorus to sound,
So I can start the swaying.
And I tell you:
 
'Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.
Listen how it goes, my rhythm
It's good to enjoy, mulata.'
 
  • 1. Mixed-heritage lady. A common term for referring to brown-skinned people in Spanish and Portuguese.
  • 2. Cuban rhythmic pattern
  • 3. Yet another rhythmic pattern
  • 4. In anglophone cultures, it's generally frowned upon to refer to someone by their skin colour, but in Latin cultures, it's perfectly fine in this context, and in Portuguese it's even used as a term of endearment of sorts.
  • 5. Another rhythmic pattern, metonymically referring to 'rhythm' in general, too.


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24.11.2024

EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS





An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
 

Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
 

At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
 

When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
 

Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
 


24.11.2024

I will Win (I Wanna Be a Hero) credits version





Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
 

I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!
 


24.11.2024

Heavenly clouds





Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
 

Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
 

No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
 


24.11.2024

The solitary man of the night





The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips
I have departed from your city
Packed my rucksack and left
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips