miércoles, 16 de abril de 2014
Sailing to Philadelphia Lyrics and Spanish translation
THE MASON-DIXON LINE
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...
Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...
We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
TRANSLATION
Soy Jeremiah Dixon soy un "Geordie boy" una copa de vino con usted, señor y con las señoritas me divertiré. Todo Durham y Northumberland están al alcance de mi mano. Está en mi destino dejar mi marca sobre la tierra... Él me llama Charlie Mason soy un astrónomo. Parece ser que he nacido para cartografiar el cielo nocturno. Estaba destinado a ser panadero pero tenía otros sueños en mente. Este hijo de panadero venido del oeste formará parte de la sociedad real... Navegamos hacia Philadelphia un mundo lejos del oscuro Tyne. Navegando hacia Philadelphia para dibujar la linea, la linea Mason-Dixon. Eres un buen topógrafo, Dixon pero te juro que me harás enloquecer. El Oeste acabará con nosotros, tú crédulo "Geordie" hablas de libertad, cómo puede ser América libre. Un "Geordie" y un hijo de panadero en los bosques de los Iroqueses. Levanta la cabeza, Mason observa América que reposa allí. La marea de la mañana ha subido, los cabos de Delaware. Acércate y siente el sol, comienza una nueva mañana. Otro día aclarará por qué tus estrellas nos han guiado hasta aquí... Navegamos hacia Philadelphia un mundo lejos del oscuro Tyne. Navegando hacia Philadelphia para dibujar la linea, la linea Mason-Dixon.
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