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Daga de Plata

Joan Baez

Silver Dagger

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.

Daga de Plata

No cantes canciones de amor, despertarás a mi madre
Está durmiendo aquí a mi lado
Y en su mano derecha una daga de plata
Dice que no puedo ser tu novia

Todos los hombres son falsos, dice mi madre
Te dirán mentiras malvadas y amorosa
La noche siguiente, cortezarán a otro
Te dejo solo a piñar y suspirar

Mi papá es un demonio guapo
Tiene una cadena de cinco millas de largo
Y en cada eslabón un corazón cuelga
De otra doncella que ha amado y tratado injustamente

Ve a la corte a otra doncella
Y espero que ella sea tu esposa
Porque he sido advertido, y he decidido
Dormir sola toda mi vida

Escrita por: Joan Baez / Jörgen Elofsson