Rolo le baroudeur traducción al Inglés

Rolo the Adventurer is a war behind schedule
He would make you cry, even from an old cigar
Talking to him about Cuba and distant beaches
The great tobacco fields of the Cuban Plain

Rolo the Adventurer (la, la, la)
Doesn't have the words of his age (la, la, la)
He has words from the heart (la, la, la)
Village idiots (la, la, la)

Rolo the Adventurer has a late dream
It would make you dream of the cobblestones of the boulevards
By talking to them about Blois, Chartres, Notre-Dame
And granites erected on the side of Brittany

Rolo the Adventurer (la, la, la)
Doesn't have the words of his age (la, la, la)
He has words from the heart (la, la, la)
Village idiots (la, la, la)

Rolo the Adventurer has a pale complexion
Thinking of the heat of the Tartar desert
He's got the weather on fire in the middle of winter
And in his two knotted hands, we would hear the sea

Rolo the Adventurer (la, la, la)
Doesn't have the words of his age (la, la, la)
He has words from the heart (la, la, la)
Village idiots (la, la, la)

Rolo the Adventurer knows all the countries
He knows them by heart, he knows them for life
Rolo the Adventurer has another life
Buried deep in the heart when he speaks, he forgets it

Rolo the Adventurer (la, la, la)
Doesn't have the words of his age (la, la, la)
He has words from the heart (la, la, la)
Village idiots (la, la, la)

Rolo the Adventurer (la, la, la) has dreams come true (la, la, la)
And a wound in his heart (la, la, la) that he would like to forget (la, la, la)
That he would like to forget la, la, la... la, la, la... la, la, la...