Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cancion para Carito, artist - Mercedes Sosa.
Date of issue: 29.06.2000
Song language: Spanish
Cancion para Carito(original) |
en un banco en la ciudad, |
con tu mirada |
recordando el litoral. |
Tu suerte quiso estar partida: |
mitad verdad, mitad mentira, |
como esperanza de los pobres prometida. |
Andando solo |
bajo la llovizna gris, |
fingiendo duro |
que tu vida fue de aqui. |
Porque cambiaste un mar de gente, |
por donde gobierna la flor?, |
mira que el rio nunca regalo el color. |
Carito: suelta tu pena, |
se haga de amante tus lagrimas |
entre mis cuerdas. |
Carito: suelta tu piedra |
para volar como el zorzal |
en primavera. |
En Buenos Aires |
los zapatos son modernos, |
pero no lucen |
como en la plaza de un pueblo. |
Deja que tu luz chiquitita |
hable en secreto a la cancion |
para que te ilumine un poco mas el sol. |
Cualquier semilla |
cuando es planta quiere ver |
la misma estrella |
de aquel atardecer; |
que la salvo del pico agudo, |
refugiandola a lo oscuro |
de la gaviota, arrasadora de los surcos. |
Carito: yo soy tu amigo, |
me ofrezco arbol |
para tu nido. |
Carito: suelta tu canto |
que el abanico |
de mi acordeon |
lo esta esperando. |
(translation) |
in a bank in the city, |
with your look |
remembering the coastline |
Your luck wanted to be split: |
half truth, half lie, |
as promised hope of the poor. |
walking alone |
under the gray drizzle, |
faking hard |
that your life was from here. |
Because you changed a sea of people, |
Where does the flower rule? |
look that the river never gave the color. |
Carito: let go of your sorrow, |
your tears become a lover |
Between my strings |
Carito: drop your stone |
to fly like the thrush |
in spring. |
In Buenos Aires |
the shoes are modern, |
but they don't look |
as in a town square. |
Let your little light |
speak secretly to the song |
so that the sun illuminates you a little more. |
any seed |
when it is plant wants to see |
the same star |
of that evening; |
that saved her from the sharp peak, |
sheltering her in the dark |
of the seagull, destroyer of the furrows. |
Carito: I am your friend, |
I offer myself tree |
for your nest. |
Carito: release your song |
that the fan |
of my accordion |
is waiting for you. |