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Canta pajarito

Lucio DEMARELucio DEMAREtango1943-06-1026 videos
Singer: Lucio DEMARESinger 2: Raúl BerónComposer: Juan José GuichandutAuthor: Oscar Rubens

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Lyrics
En la soledad
sufriendo está
mi corazón.
Y que triste estoy
desde esa noche cruel
que el cielo la llevó.
La casa entera enmudeció,
su risa se apagó...
¡Sus pasos y su voz extraño!
Se ha marchitado aquel rosal,
testigo familiar
de nuestro amor de tantos años.
¡Todo ha cambiado desde que se ha ido!
¡Todo está triste desde que no está!
Y el pajarito tan cantor,
unido a mi dolor
ahora ya no canta más.

Canta, canta, pajarito...
Canta, canta, tu canción...
¡Ayúdame a calmar
mi angustia y mi dolor,
ayúdame a soñar
que está a mi lado!
Canta, canta, pajarito...
Canta, canta, tu canción...

Ya no alumbra el sol
con su fulgor
mi triste hogar.
Ya no besaré
ni nunca gustaré
sus labios de coral.
Ya nunca más he de escuchar
su voz angelical,
ni el timbre de su risa franca,
ni he de sentirme acariciar
con esa suavidad
de aquellas sus dos manos blancas.
¡Todo ha cambiado desde que se ha ido!
¡Todo está triste desde que no está!
Y el pajarito tan cantor,
que sufre como yo
ahora ya no canta más.
English translation
In solitude
suffering is
my heart.
And how sad I am
since that cruel night
that the sky took her away.
The whole house fell silent,
her laughter died away...
Her footsteps and her voice I miss!
That rose bush has withered,
familiar witness
of our love for so many years.
Everything has changed since she's gone!
Everything is sad since she's gone!
And the little bird that sang so loudly,
joined to my grief
now sings no more.

Sing, sing, little bird...
Sing, sing, your song...
Help me to calm
my anguish and my pain,
help me to dream
that you are by my side!
Sing, sing, little bird...
Sing, sing, sing, your song....

The sun no longer shines
with its brightness
my sad home.
I will no longer kiss
nor will I ever like
her coral lips.
I will never again hear
her angelic voice,
nor the timbre of her frank laughter,
nor shall I ever feel myself caressed
with the softness
of those two white hands of hers.
Everything has changed since she has gone!
Everything is sad since she is gone!
And the little bird that sings so much!
who suffers like me
now sings no more.

The Cabeceo