Los Compañeros

歌手: Allan Taylor Chris Jones Grischka Zepf • 时间:

📝 纯歌词版本

作词 : Allan Taylor
 作曲 : Allan Taylor
You see them in old Havana,
Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
And their polishing crome fenders
On their big old yankee cars.

Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,
Drinking rum, watching the girls ...
He whistles at the beautiful Maria
And she smiles and tosses her girls.

Now the bartender strums his guitar
And the rhythm plays out in the street.
Maria moves with the passion
As her body sways in the heat.

And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,
For a moment they're young and they're strong.
And the young girls are giving them flowers
As they sing their victory song.

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.

He talks of the great revolution
In words of sadness and pride.
And the medals he wears
Are the scars that he bears
And he drinks for the friends who died.

We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.
All we wanted was our own peace of land.
We were fighting for our wives and children
And freedom for every man!

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.

Now the yankees come for the fishing
And their pockets are loaded with greens.
Ten dollars will buy you a woman
or a tank of gasoline.
And the young kids are leaving the island
And the old guys have nothing to say.
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.

🎵 LRC歌词版本

[00:00.00] 作词 : Allan Taylor
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Allan Taylor
[00:55.65]You see them in old Havana,
[01:01.60]Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
[01:07.78]And their polishing crome fenders
[01:13.54]On their big old yankee cars.
[01:17.67]
[01:19.85]Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,
[01:25.42]Drinking rum, watching the girls ...
[01:31.84]He whistles at the beautiful Maria
[01:37.48]And she smiles and tosses her girls.
[01:42.10]
[01:46.71]Now the bartender strums his guitar
[01:52.71]And the rhythm plays out in the street.
[01:59.15]Maria moves with the passion
[02:04.91]As her body sways in the heat.
[02:09.73]
[02:11.52]And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,
[02:16.65]For a moment they're young and they're strong.
[02:22.85]And the young girls are giving them flowers
[02:28.92]As they sing their victory song.
[02:33.60]
[02:36.51]Once we were bold companeros,
[02:42.26]Running guns from the Florida keys,
[02:48.26]On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
[02:54.07]We were figting with Fidel and Che.
[02:58.84]
[03:13.32]He talks of the great revolution
[03:18.59]In words of sadness and pride.
[03:24.32]And the medals he wears
[03:27.09]Are the scars that he bears
[03:29.95]And he drinks for the friends who died.
[03:33.85]
[03:35.60]We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.
[03:41.49]All we wanted was our own peace of land.
[03:47.30]We were fighting for our wives and children
[03:53.68]And freedom for every man!
[03:58.41]
[04:01.11]Once we were bold companeros,
[04:06.91]Running guns from the Florida keys,
[04:12.91]On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
[04:18.86]We were figting with Fidel and Che.
[04:23.28]
[04:37.21]Now the yankees come for the fishing
[04:42.57]And their pockets are loaded with greens.
[04:48.27]Ten dollars will buy you a woman
[04:54.07]or a tank of gasoline.
[05:00.32]And the young kids are leaving the island
[05:05.84]And the old guys have nothing to say.
[05:12.15]Manuel is living on dreams of the past
[05:18.02]And tonight he'll drink it away
[05:22.40]
[05:26.08]Once we were bold companeros,
[05:31.63]Running guns from the Florida keys,
[05:37.52]On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
[05:43.40]We were figting with Fidel and Che.
[05:48.40]
[05:49.65]On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,
[05:55.13]We were figting with Fidel and Che.
[05:58.83]

🌍 纯翻译歌词

哈瓦那旧城里
一群人玩着纸牌,抽着雪茄
你能看见他们旧洋汽车上
被擦拭光亮的铬黄挡泥板
曼纽尔就在那坐着
喝着朗姆酒,望着身旁的女孩们
当他注意到美丽动人的玛利亚时,不禁吹起了口哨
玛利亚也挂上微笑,撇下了一起的女伴
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
玛利亚伴着音乐
翩跹起舞,恣意挥洒她的热情
这些老家伙们也被她感染,欣慰地笑了
这时的他们是如此年轻,如此坚定
当胜利之歌响起时
少女们献上了她们的花
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
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
当曼纽尔谈到这次伟大革命时
悲喜交加
他又讲起身上勋章
和伤疤的来历
接着他举杯痛饮,缅怀逝去的战友
曾经的我们是农民,是诗人,也是饥饿的人
除了和平,我们别无所求
我们为妻儿战斗
我们为每个人的自由战斗
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
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
现在北方佬来这钓起鱼来
他们的口袋里总是一片青葱
十美元就可以买到一个女人
或者一箱石油
小孩子们离开了这座岛
老家伙们也变得不善言辞
曼纽尔靠着过去的梦想继续生活
借酒消愁,愁却更愁
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
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
又同菲德尔和奇打了一架

🔤 LRC翻译歌词

[by:京右]
[00:55.65]哈瓦那旧城里
[01:01.60]一群人玩着纸牌,抽着雪茄
[01:07.78]你能看见他们旧洋汽车上
[01:13.54]被擦拭光亮的铬黄挡泥板
[01:19.85]曼纽尔就在那坐着
[01:25.42]喝着朗姆酒,望着身旁的女孩们
[01:31.84]当他注意到美丽动人的玛利亚时,不禁吹起了口哨
[01:37.48]玛利亚也挂上微笑,撇下了一起的女伴
[01:46.71]此时酒吧的女招待自顾自弹起了他的吉他
[01:52.71]指尖的旋律在街上回荡
[01:59.15]玛利亚伴着音乐
[02:04.91]翩跹起舞,恣意挥洒她的热情
[02:11.52]这些老家伙们也被她感染,欣慰地笑了
[02:16.65]这时的他们是如此年轻,如此坚定
[02:22.85]当胜利之歌响起时
[02:28.92]少女们献上了她们的花
[02:36.51]曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
[02:42.26]逃离弗罗里达的层层关口,带着走私枪支
[02:48.26]穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
[02:54.07]又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
[03:13.32]当曼纽尔谈到这次伟大革命时
[03:18.59]悲喜交加
[03:24.32]他又讲起身上勋章
[03:27.09]和伤疤的来历
[03:29.95]接着他举杯痛饮,缅怀逝去的战友
[03:35.60]曾经的我们是农民,是诗人,也是饥饿的人
[03:41.49]除了和平,我们别无所求
[03:47.30]我们为妻儿战斗
[03:53.68]我们为每个人的自由战斗
[04:01.11]曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
[04:06.91]逃离弗罗里达的层层关口,带着走私枪支
[04:12.91]穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
[04:18.86]又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
[04:37.21]现在北方佬来这钓起鱼来
[04:42.57]他们的口袋里总是一片青葱
[04:48.27]十美元就可以买到一个女人
[04:54.07]或者一箱石油
[05:00.32]小孩子们离开了这座岛
[05:05.84]老家伙们也变得不善言辞
[05:12.15]曼纽尔靠着过去的梦想继续生活
[05:18.02]借酒消愁,愁却更愁
[05:26.08]曾经的我们是勇敢的冒险者
[05:31.63]逃离弗罗里达的层层关口,带着走私枪支
[05:37.52]穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
[05:43.40]又同菲德尔和奇打了一架
[05:49.65]穿过圣地亚哥的海滩来到古巴
[05:55.13]又同菲德尔和奇打了一架

📝 纯歌词版本

作词 : Allan Taylor
 作曲 : Allan Taylor
You see them in old Havana,
Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
And their polishing crome fenders
On their big old yankee cars.

Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,
Drinking rum, watching the girls ...
He whistles at the beautiful Maria
And she smiles and tosses her girls.

Now the bartender strums his guitar
And the rhythm plays out in the street.
Maria moves with the passion
As her body sways in the heat.

And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,
For a moment they're young and they're strong.
And the young girls are giving them flowers
As they sing their victory song.

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.

He talks of the great revolution
In words of sadness and pride.
And the medals he wears
Are the scars that he bears
And he drinks for the friends who died.

We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.
All we wanted was our own peace of land.
We were fighting for our wives and children
And freedom for every man!

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.

Now the yankees come for the fishing
And their pockets are loaded with greens.
Ten dollars will buy you a woman
or a tank of gasoline.
And the young kids are leaving the island
And the old guys have nothing to say.
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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Allan Taylor / Chris Jones / Grischka Zepf