Seen the arrow on the door post saying "This land is condemned" Seen the arrow on the door post saying "This land is condemned" Ve la flecha en el poste de la puerta diciendo: "Esta tierra es condenado" All the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem. All the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem. Todo el camino desde Nueva Orleans a Jerusalén. I traveled through East Texas where many martyrs fell I traveled through East Texas where many martyrs fell He viajado por el este de Texas, donde numerosos mártires cayeron And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. Y yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell. Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing as they were taking down the tents Well, I heard the hoot-owl singing as they were taking down the tents Bueno, he oído el canto del búho grito, ya que estaban por las tiendas de campaña The stars above all the barren trees were his only audience. The stars above all the barren trees were his only audience. Las estrellas por encima de todos los árboles estériles Si su único público. Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens can strut their feathers well Sí, ellos doncellas gitana carbón puede mostrar sus plumas y And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. Y yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell. See them big plantations a-burning, can't you hear the cracking of the whips, See them big plantations a-burning, can't you hear the cracking of the whips, Ver las grandes plantaciones-una sensación de ardor, no puede oír el chasquido de los látigos, Smell that sweet magnolia blossom blooming, see the ghosts of the slavery ships. Smell that sweet magnolia blossom blooming, see the ghosts of the slavery ships. Ese olor dulce magnolia flor en flor, ver los fantasmas de los barcos de la esclavitud. Well, I can hear them tribes a-moanin', I can hear the undertaker's bell Well, I can hear them tribes a-moanin', I can hear the undertaker's bell Bueno, puedo escuchar un Moanin tribus-, puedo escuchar la campana de la funeraria And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. Y yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell. There's a woman she's standing by the river, she is with some fine young handsome man There's a woman she's standing by the river, she is with some fine young handsome man Hay una mujer que está junto al río, que es con algún joven apuesto, bien See he's all dressed just like a squire, he's got bootleg whiskey in his hand. See he's all dressed just like a squire, he's got bootleg whiskey in his hand. Ver que está todo vestido como un caballero, que tiene contrabando de whisky en la mano. Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway and I can hear them rebels yell Yeah, there's a chain-gang out on the highway and I can hear them rebels yell Sí, hay una cadena de banda en la carretera y se les oye gritar rebeldes And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. Y yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell. God, oh God is in Heaven and we all want what is His God, oh God is in Heaven and we all want what is His Dios, oh Dios está en los cielos y todos queremos lo que es suyo But the power and greed, the corruptible seed seems to be all that there is. But the power and greed, the corruptible seed seems to be all that there is. Sin embargo, el poder y la codicia, la simiente corruptible que parece ser todo lo que hay. Hey, hey, I'm a-gazing out the window of the St. James Hotel Hey, hey, I'm a-gazing out the window of the St. James Hotel Hey, hey, soy un-mirando por la ventana del Hotel St. James And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. And I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell. Y yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell. Hey, hey, I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell Hey, hey, I know one thing, nobody can sing them blues like Blind Willie McTell Hey, hey, yo sé una cosa, nadie puede cantar blues como Blind Willie McTell