- Allan Taylor Los Compañeros 歌詞
- Allan Taylor
- You see them in old Havana,
哈瓦那舊城裡
Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
一群人玩著紙牌，抽著雪茄
And their polishing crome fenders
你能看見他們舊洋汽車上
On their big old yankee cars.
被擦拭光亮的鉻黃擋泥板
曼紐爾就在那坐著
Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,
喝著朗姆酒，望著身旁的女孩們
Drinking rum, watching the girls ...
當他注意到美麗動人的瑪利亞時，不禁吹起了口哨
He whistles at the beautiful Maria
瑪利亞也掛上微笑，撇下了一起的女伴
And she smiles and tosses her girls.
此時酒吧的女招待自顧自彈起了他的吉他
指尖的旋律在街上迴盪
Now the bartender strums his guitar
瑪利亞伴著音樂
And the rhythm plays out in the street.
翩躚起舞，恣意揮灑她的熱情
Maria moves with the passion
這些老傢伙們也被她感染，欣慰地笑了
As her body sways in the heat.
這時的他們是如此年輕，如此堅定
當勝利之歌響起時
And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,
少女們獻上了她們的花
For a moment they 're young and they're strong.
曾經的我們是勇敢的冒險者
And the young girls are giving them flowers
逃離弗羅里達的層層關口，帶著走私槍支
As they sing their victory song.
穿過聖地亞哥的海灘來到古巴
又同菲德爾和奇打了一架
Once we were bold companeros,
當曼紐爾談到這次偉大革命時
Running guns from the Florida keys,
悲喜交加
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
他又講起身上勳章
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
和傷疤的來歷
接著他舉杯痛飲，緬懷逝去的戰友
He talks of the great revolution
曾經的我們是農民，是詩人，也是飢餓的人
In words of sadness and pride.
除了和平，我們別無所求
And the medals he wears
我們為妻兒戰鬥
Are the scars that he bears
我們為每個人的自由戰鬥
And he drinks for the friends who died.
曾經的我們是勇敢的冒險者
逃離弗羅里達的層層關口，帶著走私槍支
We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.
穿過聖地亞哥的海灘來到古巴
All we wanted was our own peace of land.
又同菲德爾和奇打了一架
We werefighting for our wives and children
現在北方佬來這釣起魚來
And freedom for every man!
他們的口袋裡總是一片青蔥
十美元就可以買到一個女人
Once we were bold companeros,
或者一箱石油
Running guns from the Florida keys,
小孩子們離開了這座島
On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
老傢伙們也變得不善言辭
We were figting with Fidel and Che.
曼紐爾靠著過去的夢想繼續生活
借酒消愁，愁卻更愁
Now the yankees come for the fishing
曾經的我們是勇敢的冒險者
And their pockets are loaded with greens.
逃離弗羅里達的層層關口，帶著走私槍支
Ten dollars will buy you a woman
穿過聖地亞哥的海灘來到古巴
or a tank of gasoline.
又同菲德爾和奇打了一架
And the young kids are leaving the island
穿過聖地亞哥的海灘來到古巴
And the old guys have nothing to say.
又同菲德爾和奇打了一架
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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