Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oración a Pérez Cardozo (Motivo Guaraní) , by - Atahualpa Yupanqui. Release date: 30.06.2014
Song language: Spanish
Oración a Pérez Cardozo (Motivo Guaraní)(original) |
| Los viejos cobres del monte |
| Otoño sembrando van |
| Y en las guitarras del campo |
| Ya nacen las coplas de la soledad |
| Y en las guitarras del campo |
| Ya nacen las coplas de la soledad |
| Emponchan los manantiales |
| El viento norte al pasar |
| Y allá en los huaicos del cerro |
| Se queman los ecos de aquel carnaval |
| Y allá en los huaicos del cerro |
| Se queman los ecos de aquel carnaval |
| Con el lucero del alba |
| Las cuestas repecharé |
| Ya están los gallos cantando |
| Se me hace vidita que no he’I de volver |
| Adiós mis cerros queridos |
| Mis piedras pintadas |
| Ya no he’I de volver |
| Estrellas que me alumbraron |
| Caminos que caminé |
| Me han golpiao todos los vientos |
| Heridos de coplas la vida pasé |
| Me han golpiao todos los vientos |
| Heridos de coplas la vida pasé |
| En una cueva del cerro |
| Escondí mi corazón |
| Pa' que lo quiero conmigo |
| Si solo me ha dado trabajo y rigor |
| Pa' que lo quiero conmigo |
| Si solo me ha dado trabajo y rigor |
| Con el lucero del alba |
| Las cuestas repecharé |
| Ya están los gallos cantando |
| Se me hace vidita que no he’I de volver |
| Adiós mis cerros queridos |
| Mis piedras pintadas |
| Ya no he’I de volver |
| (translation) |
| The old coppers of the mountain |
| fall sowing van |
| And in the field guitars |
| The couplets of loneliness are already born |
| And in the field guitars |
| The couplets of loneliness are already born |
| They pump the springs |
| The north wind passing |
| And there in the huaicos of the hill |
| The echoes of that carnival are burned |
| And there in the huaicos of the hill |
| The echoes of that carnival are burned |
| with the morning star |
| I will repeat the slopes |
| The roosters are already singing |
| It makes me feel like I haven't come back |
| Goodbye my beloved hills |
| my painted stones |
| I no longer have to return |
| stars that illuminated me |
| roads i walked |
| All the winds have hit me |
| Wounded by coplas, I spent my life |
| All the winds have hit me |
| Wounded by coplas, I spent my life |
| In a cave on the hill |
| I hid my heart |
| So I want it with me |
| If only it has given me work and rigor |
| So I want it with me |
| If only it has given me work and rigor |
| with the morning star |
| I will repeat the slopes |
| The roosters are already singing |
| It makes me feel like I haven't come back |
| Goodbye my beloved hills |
| my painted stones |
| I no longer have to return |