Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golondrinas, Tango Cancion, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song Por Una Cabeza, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Record label: Best Of The Best
Song language: Spanish
Golondrinas, Tango Cancion(original) |
con ansias constantes de cielos lejanos… |
Alma criolla, errante y viajera, |
querer detenerla es una quimera… |
Golondrinas con fiebre en las alas, |
peregrinas borrachas de emoción… |
Siempre sueña con otros caminos |
la brujula loca de tu corazón… |
Criollita de mi pueblo, |
pebeta de mi barrio, |
la golondrina un dia |
su vuelo detendra; |
no habra nube en sus ojos |
de vagas lejanias |
y en tus brazos amantes |
su nido construira. |
Su anhelo de distancias |
se aquietara en tu boca |
con la dulce fragancia |
de tu viejo querer… |
Criollita de mi pueblo, |
pebeta de mi barrio, |
con las alas plegadas |
también yo he de volver. |
En tus rutas que cruzan los mares |
florece una estela azul de cantares |
y al conjuro de nuevos paisajes |
suena intensamente tu claro cordaje. |
Con tu dulce sembrar de armonias |
tierras lejanas te vieron pasar; |
otras lunas siguieron tus huellas, |
tu solo destino es siempre volar. |
(translation) |
with constant longing for distant skies… |
Creole soul, wandering and traveling, |
wanting to stop her is a chimera... |
Swallows with fever in their wings, |
pilgrims drunk with emotion… |
She always dreams of other paths |
the crazy compass of your heart… |
Creole from my town, |
pebeta from my neighborhood, |
the swallow one day |
his flight from her will stop; |
there will be no cloud in their eyes |
of distant vague |
and in your loving arms |
her nest she will build. |
Your longing for distances |
will be quiet in your mouth |
with the sweet fragrance |
of your old love… |
Creole from my town, |
pebeta from my neighborhood, |
with folded wings |
I too have to go back. |
In your routes that cross the seas |
blooms a blue trail of songs |
and to the spell of new landscapes |
your clear string sounds intensely. |
With your sweet sowing of harmonies |
distant lands saw you pass; |
other moons followed your footsteps, |
your only destiny is always to fly. |