| Sangre del ceibal que se vuelve flor
| Blood of the ceibal that becomes a flower
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| Yo no se porque, hoy me hiere mas
| I don't know why, today it hurts me more
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| Tu señal de amor
| your sign of love
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| Zamba quiero oír, al atardecer
| Zamba I want to hear, at sunset
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| Capullo de luz que quiere ser sol,
| Cocoon of light that wants to be sun,
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| Y no puede ser.
| And it can't be.
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| Hay tristecita, tristecita igual
| There is sadness, sadness the same
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| Que llovizna azul murmurándole
| That blue drizzle murmuring to him
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| al cañaveral (bis)
| to the canaveral (bis)
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| El viento la trae, se la lleva el sol
| The wind brings it, the sun takes it
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| Sueño en el trigal y sobre el sausal
| I dream in the wheat field and over the sausal
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| Lamento de amor
| lament of love
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| Ya siento llegar, del cerro su voz
| I already feel your voice coming from the hill
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| Pañuelo a de ser y luego prender,
| Handkerchief to be and then to light,
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| en el corazón
| in the heart
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| Hay tristecita, tristecita igual
| There is sadness, sadness the same
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| Que llovizna azul murmurándole
| That blue drizzle murmuring to him
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| al cañaveral (bis) | to the canaveral (bis) |