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Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOSinger 2: Héctor MauréComposer: Horacio SalgánAuthor: Carmelo Volpe

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La tarde es gris. Hoy quiero soñar
Quien fue feliz, sabe recordar...
Me traen las brisas, perfume de su aliento
Canción de los vientos, que dice:
“¡No te olvida!”.
¡Volver a ser aquel soñador!
Todo mi ser vibra de emoción.
Dice la vida: ¡Lo que se fue, no vuelve...!
Canta el ensueño: Que ha de volver.
 
¡Qué triste ver la ilusión, partir!
Parece ser que algo va a morir...
Todo es más triste, en el alma que llora,
El sol no existe, no existen las auroras...
¡Volver a ser aquel soñador!
Todo mi ser vibra de dolor,
Dice la vida: ¡Lo que se fue, no vuelve...!
Mi alma vencida, llora un ¡Adiós!
 
Una noche. Romántica y loca
En apretado broche...
Sellamos nuestras bocas
El rubor, su blanca faz pintaba...
El amor, ebrio de luz, soñaba,
Más puro, más bueno,
Más casto y sereno.
Sin sospechar el alma
Que no es eterno nada...
Que el amor suele llegar, fugaz
Para después, fatal, volar.
English translation
The afternoon is gray. Today I want to dream
Who was happy, knows how to remember...
They bring me the breezes, perfume of their breath
Song of the winds, that says:
"Don't forget you!
To be that dreamer again!
My whole being vibrates with emotion.
Life says: What is gone, does not return...!
Sings the dream: That it will come back.
 
How sad to see the illusion go!
It seems that something is going to die....
Everything is sadder, in the soul that weeps,
The sun does not exist, there are no dawns...
To be that dreamer again!
My whole being vibrates with pain,
Life says: What is gone, does not return...!
My defeated soul, cries a Farewell!
 
One night. Romantic and crazy
In a tight clasp...
We sealed our mouths
The blush, her white face painted...
Love, drunk with light, dreamed,
More pure, more good,
More chaste and serene.
Without suspecting the soul
That nothing is eternal...
That love often arrives, fleeting
To later, fatal, fly away.

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