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Loca de amor

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Singer: Horacio SALGAN y Ubaldo DE LIOComposer: Pablo VázquezAuthor: Ricardo Podestá

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Lyrics

En los anchos de montes frondosos
do la vida pasara el paisano,
vaga sola en el suelo pampeano
una loca con lánguida faz;
esta loca que en tiempos pasados
habitara en las horas de amores
hoy esparce sus tiernos clamores
en la Pampa que duerme en la paz.

Esa gentil escultura
que a la virgen fue copiada,
hoy ya se encuentra bañada
por un profundo dolor;
la magnánima dulzura
de su voz, casi no suena
y al sonar pinta la pena
que le ha causado el amor.

A los rayos del sol que iluminan
el sendero que va atravesando
con su llanto lo va tapizando
que en torrentes le brota al llorar,
el cabello, en los hombros reposa,
de la boca, color rubicela
y es su talle gentil de gacela
lo sublime que deja extasiar.

Llámase Lola, la loca
del paisano condolida
y en el pago conocida
por una “loca de amor”
a Marcelo le quería,
pero la patria adorada
lo llamó cuando ultrajada
se vio por el invasor.

Hace un año que el grito de guerra
a la tumba a Marcelo ha llevado
y de herencia en el mundo ha dejado
a la niña que loca volvió.
Pobre Lola, que tierna adoraba
sus primeros ardientes amores,
que son lacios los bellos fulgores
que el amor en su pecho dejó.

Un día que la locura
a su extremo había llegado,
Lola se había abrazado
la corona con ardor;
pero al abrazo tan fuerte
se la vio que se extinguía,
quedando en la tumba fría
muerta la Loca de amor.

English translation

In the broads of lush mountains
where the countryman spent his life,
wanders alone in the pampean soil
a madwoman with a languid face;
this madwoman who in times past
who in times gone by used to dwell in the hours of love
today she spreads her tender cries
in the Pampa that sleeps in peace.

That gentle sculpture
that was copied to the virgin
today is already bathed
by a deep pain;
the magnanimous sweetness
of her voice, almost does not sound
and when it sounds it paints the sorrow
that love has caused her.

To the rays of the sun that illuminate
the path she crosses
with her weeping she covers it with her tears
that in torrents gushes from her as she cries,
her hair rests on her shoulders,
her mouth, the color of rubicella
and it's her gentle gazelle waistline
the sublime that leaves ecstatic.

Her name is Lola, the madwoman
of the condoled countryman
and in the payment known
for a "madwoman of love".
she loved Marcelo,
but the adored homeland
called him when it was outraged
by the invader.

It has been a year since the war cry
has taken Marcelo to his grave
and as an inheritance in the world has left
the girl who returned mad.
Poor Lola, how tenderly she adored
her first ardent loves,
that the beautiful gleams that love left in her bosom.
that love left in her breast.

One day when madness
had reached its extreme,
Lola had embraced
the crown with ardor;
but in such a strong embrace
she was seen to be extinguished,
and she lay in the cold tomb
dead, the Madwoman of love.