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Navidad negra → English translation
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Original lyrics
Navidad negra
En la playa blanca de arena caliente
En la playa blanca de arena caliente
Hay rumor de cumbia, olor aguardiente
Hay rumor de cumbia, olor aguardiente
La noche en su traje negro
Estrellas tiene a millares
Y con rayitos de luna
Van naciendo los cantares
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
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La gaita se queja, suenan los tambores
La gaita se queja, suenan los tambores
En la Nochebuena de los pescadores
En la Nochebuena de los pescadores
En toda la ranchería
Se ven bonitos altares
Donde millos y tambores
Interpretan los cantares
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
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Bailan las canoas, formando una fila
Bailan las canoas, formando una fila
Mientras canta el boga su canción sencilla
Mientras canta el boga su canción sencilla
En toda la ranchería
Se ven bonitos altares
Donde millos y tambores
Interpretan los cantares
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador de mi tierra
Del pescador
De... mi... tierra...
Submitted by Cristofer Vidal on 2017-03-04
Last edited by Valeriu Raut on 2022-11-29
Translation
Black Christmas Eve (Fisherman of my land)
In the white beach
with hot sand,
In the white beach
with hot sand.
There's a murmur of cumbia
and a smell of moonshine.
There's a murmur of cumbia
and a smell of moonshine.
The night on her black suit
has thousands of stars,
and with little moonbeams
she lights up their altars.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land.
The bagpipes whine,
the drums sound,
The bagpipes whine,
the drums sound,
on the fishermen's
Christmas Eve.
on the fishermen's
Christmas Eve.
Throughout the rancheria1
lovely altars can be seen,
among millets2and drums
they play their songs.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
The canoes dance
forming a row,
The canoes dance
forming a row,
while the rower sings
his plain song
while the rower sings
his plain song
Throughout the rancheria1
lovely altars can be seen,
among millets2and drums
they play their songs.
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman of my land
Of the fisherman of my land
of the fisherman
Of...
My...
Land...
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Submitted by Hecatombe on 2021-01-20
Added in reply to request by shazwa
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Leonor González Mina: Top 3
1. | Yo me llamo cumbia |
2. | Mi Buenaventura - Mi Peregoyo |
3. | Navidad negra |
Comments
El ritmo es cumbia.
Compositor: José Barros