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Singer: Anibal TROILOSinger 2: Floreal RuizComposer: Héctor StamponiAuthor: Homero Expósito

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Deshojaba noches esperando en vano que le diera un beso,
pero yo soñaba con el beso grande de la tierra en celo.
Flor de Lino,
qué raro destino
truncaba un camino
de linos en flor...

Deshojaba noches cuando la esperaba por aquel sendero,
llena de vergüenza, como los muchachos con un traje nuevo:
¡cuántas cosas que se fueron,
y hoy regresan siempre por la siempre noche de mi soledad!

Yo la vi florecer como el lino
de un campo argentino maduro de sol...
¡Si la hubiera llegado a entender
ya tendría en mi rancho el amor!
Yo la vi florecer, pero un día,
¡mandinga la huella que me la llevó!
Flor de Lino se fue
y el hoy que el campo está en flor
¡ah malhaya! me falta su amor.

Hay una tranquera por donde el recuerdo vuelve a la querencia,
que el remordimiento de no haberla amado siempre deja abierta:
Flor de Lino,
te veo en la estrella
que alumbra la huella 
de mi soledad...
Deshojaba noches cuando me esperaba como yo la espero,
lleno de esperanzas, como un gaucho pobre cuando llega al pueblo,
flor de ausencia, tu recuerdo
me persigue siempre por la siempre noche de mi soledad...
English translation
She shed nights waiting in vain for me to give her a kiss,
but I dreamed of the big kiss of the earth in heat.
Linen flower,
what a strange destiny
truncated a path
of flax in bloom...

I was shedding nights when I was waiting for her on that path,
full of shame, like boys in a new suit:
how many things that went away,
and today they always return for the ever night of my loneliness!

I saw her bloom like the flax
of a sun-ripened Argentine field....
If I had come to understand her
I would have love on my ranch by now!
I saw her bloom, but one day,
I saw her bloom, but one day, the track that took her away!
Flor de Lino is gone
and today when the field is in bloom
ah malhaya! I miss her love.

There is a gate through which the memory returns to the love,
that the remorse of not having loved her always leaves open:
Flor de Lino,
I see you in the star
that illuminates the trace
of my solitude...
She was opening nights when she was waiting for me as I am waiting for her,
full of hopes, like a poor gaucho when he arrives in town,
flower of absence, your memory
always haunts me through the everlasting night of my loneliness...

The Cabeceo