Sergent Garcia — Sangre Negra song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sangre Negra" by Sergent Garcia.
Lyrics
Roja, la sangre del rbol que cae sobre el hielo.
La tierra helada se rompe y se agrieta,
Y deja penetrar la sangre por su llaga,
Una tormenta de nieve, relmpago en el hielo,
El rbol hoy ha muerto por el rayo matado.
Roja, la sangre del rbol que cae sobre el hielo,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que cae sobre el hielo,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que corre en la plaza,
Roja, la sangre del hombre que corre en el pueblo,
Negra es la sangre del hombre que corre en el pueblo.
Negra, la sangre del hombre que corre en la plaza,
El asfalto helado se rompe y se agrieta,
Y deja penetrar la sangre por su llaga,
Una tormenta de nieve, relmpago el pueblo,
El hombre hoy ha muerto por el rayo matado.
Rouge est le sang de l’arbre qui glisse sur la glace.
La terre est gele, elle craque, elle se fissure,
Et laisse pntrer le sang par ses blessures.
Un orage quand il neige, un clair sur la glace,
L’arbre est mort aujourd’hui par la foudre abattu.
Rouge est le sang de l’arbre qui glisse sur la glace.
Rouge est le sang de l’homme qui glisse sur la glace.
Rouge est le sang de l’homme qui glisse sur la place.
Rouge est le sang de l’homme qui coule sur la place.
Noir est le sang de l’arbre qui glisse sur la place.
Noir est le sang de l’homme qui coule sur la place.
L’asphalte est gel, il craque, il se fissure,
Et laisse pntrer le sang par ses blessures,
Un orage quand il neige, un clair sur la place,
L’homme est mort aujourd’hui par la foudre abattu
Lyrics translation
Red, the blood of the tree falling on the ice.
The frozen earth breaks and cracks,
And let the blood through his wound,
A snowstorm, Lightning on the ice,
The rbol today died from the Lightning killed.
Red, the blood of the tree falling on the ice,
Red, the blood of the man falling on the ice,
Red, the blood of the man running in the square,
Red, the blood of the man running in the village,
Black is the blood of the man who runs in the village.
Black, the blood of the man running in the square,
Frozen asphalt breaks and cracks,
And let the blood through his wound,
A snowstorm, Lightning the village,
The man today died from the Lightning killed.
Red is the blood of the tree that slides on the ice.
The Earth is freezing, it cracks, it cracks,
And let the blood flow through his wounds.
A thunderstorm when it snows, a clear on the ice,
The tree died today by lightning felled.
Red is the blood of the tree that slides on the ice.
Red is the blood of the man sliding on the ice.
Red is the blood of the man who slips on the square.
Red is the blood of the man flowing in the square.
Black is the blood of the tree that slides on the square.
Black is the blood of the man flowing on the square.
Asphalt is frost, it cracks, it cracks,
And let the blood flow through his wounds,
A thunderstorm when it snows, a clear on the square,
Man died today by lightning shot down