A Brindar
Regreso de la guerra, he perdido sangre
Hay gente muerta. ¡yo he venido aquí a beber¡
Pongame una pin, una pierna asada de cordero
¡Y una muchacha de buen ver!
Hoy en la batalla yo he vertido tanta sangre
Como aquello que me quisieron robar
Más aquí estoy, no he perecido, resisto vivo
¡Y aquí lo vengo a celebrar!
Vas a beber a la taberna tras la guerra
Hay que curar tus heridas con alcohol
Si has de pagar por una moza y sus caderas
Que te borre su cuerpo el recuerdo del dolor
Hermanos han caído, su mirada, un último suspiro
¡Yo he venido aquí a brindar!
A celebrar por ellos la victoria que no vieron
Y que sus bravas hazañas permitieron conquistar
¡Vuelvo invicto por la muerte
Portando unas monedas que he de aprovechar!
¡Mientras la vida me regala
Momentos en la barra que habré de aprovechar!
Vas a beber a la taberna tras la guerra
Hay que curar tus heridas con alcohol
Si has de pagar por una moza y sus caderas
Que te borre su cuerpo el recuerdo del dolor
En la taberna has de beber
Reposar las armas y descansar bien
Comer una pieza de carne y cantar
¡Mujeres y vino, ponte a catar!
No pensaras que al despertar
Tomes tu espada para luchar
Tan solo esta noche pretende catar
¡Mujeres y vino, ponte a brindar!
Vas a beber a la taberna tras la guerra
Hay que curar tus heridas con alcohol
Si has de pagar por una moza y sus caderas
Que te borre su cuerpo el recuerdo del dolor
Vas a beber a la taberna tras la guerra
Hay que curar tus heridas con alcohol
Si has de pagar por una moza y sus caderas
Que te borre su cuerpo el recuerdo del dolor
To Toast
I return from war, I have lost blood
There are dead people. I have come here to drink
Give me a pint, a roasted leg of lamb
And a good-looking girl!
Today in battle I have shed so much blood
Like what they tried to steal from me
But here I am, I have not perished, I resist alive
And here I come to celebrate!
You will drink at the tavern after the war
You must heal your wounds with alcohol
If you have to pay for a girl and her hips
Let her body erase the memory of pain
Brothers have fallen, their gaze, a final breath
I have come here to toast!
To celebrate for them the victory they did not see
And that their brave deeds allowed to conquer
I return undefeated from death
Carrying some coins that I must take advantage of!
While life gives me
Moments at the bar that I must take advantage of!
You will drink at the tavern after the war
You must heal your wounds with alcohol
If you have to pay for a girl and her hips
Let her body erase the memory of pain
At the tavern you must drink
Rest your weapons and rest well
Eat a piece of meat and sing
Women and wine, start tasting!
Do not think that upon waking
You take your sword to fight
Just tonight intend to taste
Women and wine, start to toast!
You will drink at the tavern after the war
You must heal your wounds with alcohol
If you have to pay for a girl and her hips
Let her body erase the memory of pain
You will drink at the tavern after the war
You must heal your wounds with alcohol
If you have to pay for a girl and her hips
Let her body erase the memory of pain