Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Palomita Blanca, artist - Anibal Troilo. Album song La Trampera, in the genre Аргентинское танго
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Tango
Song language: Spanish
Palomita Blanca(original) |
Su ausencia esta congoja me dio, y a veces su recuerdo es un bien |
Que pronto se me ahoga en dolor… y nada me consuela |
De ir siempre más lejos de verme sin ella |
Mi paso va adelante y atrás el corazón |
El rumbo que me aleja tan cruel, me roba sus caricias de amor |
Y sólo el pensamiento la ve, la escucha embelesado |
La besa con ansias, la siente a mi lado |
Y voy, así soñando, más lejos cada vez… |
Blanca palomita que pasás volando rumbo a la casita donde está mi amor |
Palomita blanca, para el triste ausente sos como una carta de recordación… |
Si la ves a la que adoro, sin decir que lloro, dale alguna idea |
De lo muy amargo que es vivir sin ella, que es perder su amante calor… |
Sigan adelante, pingos de mi tropa, que de un viento errante somos nubarrón |
Y en un mal de ausencia se nos va la vida siempre a la querencia dándole el |
adiós… |
¡palomita blanca! |
vuela noche y día de mi nido en busca |
Y escribí en el cielo con sereno vuelo: «no te olvida nunca, sólo piensa en vos» |
No sabe aquel que nunca dejó su amada a la distancia, el pesar |
Que al alma impone un duro rigor, que viene de ladero |
Que a ratos la nombra midiendo el sendero |
Mirando allá en la sombra los pagos que dejó… |
La he visto entre mis brazos llorar la he visto al darme vuelta al partir |
Su tibio pañuelo agitar, y luego irse achicando |
Su imagen lejana… y en mi alma agrandado |
Su encanto… y esta pena de no tenerla más… |
(translation) |
His absence gave me this anguish, and sometimes his memory is a blessing |
That soon I drown in pain... and nothing consoles me |
To always go further than to see me without her |
My step goes forward and back the heart |
The course that drives me away so cruel, robs me of her caresses of love |
And only the thought of her sees her, listens to her spellbound |
He kisses her eagerly, feels her by my side |
And I go, dreaming like this, further each time... |
White little dove that you fly by towards the little house where my love is |
White dove, for the sad absent you are like a letter of remembrance... |
If you see her that I adore, without saying that I cry, give her some idea |
How bitter it is to live without her, how it is to lose her lover, her warmth... |
Keep going, pingos of my troop, because of a wandering wind we are a cloud |
And in a sickness of absence, life always goes to her love, giving her the |
goodbye… |
white dove! |
fly night and day from my nest in search |
And I wrote in the sky with serene flight: «she never forgets you, she only thinks of you» |
He does not know who never left his beloved from a distance, the regret |
That imposes a harsh rigor on the soul, which comes from the side |
That she sometimes names her measuring the path |
Looking there in the shadows at the payments she left... |
I have seen her cry in my arms I have seen her when I turned around when leaving |
Her warm handkerchief of hers shake of her, and then go shrinking |
Her image of her far from her… and in my enlarged soul |
Of her Her charm of her… and this sorrow of not having her anymore… |