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Singer: Horacio SALGANSinger 2: Roberto GoyenecheComposer: Héctor StamponiAuthor: Héctor Stamponi

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Adiós, qué raro fue tu adiós
de espina y de jazmín
como una cruz y una caricia.
Tal vez, no comprendí ni presentí
que las estrellas tienen que morir
con los rayos del sol.
Yo fui un pájaro cantor
y tú una mariposa
que buscó quemar sus alas...
Después, la soledad, la realidad,
la noche cruel
que me envolvió...
fatal...

Y otra vez junto al río, muy juntos
tu boca, mi boca, tu pelo y mi pelo,
y la luna, tu luna, mi luna
que ayer nos vestía, hoy tiende su velo.
Yo no quiero el engaño de un día
tus manos no tiemblan
no sabes reír.
Yo no quiero la historia de siempre
vivir un momento y luego morir.

Yo sé... que un día encontraré
en la aventura eterna
de mis pasos por la vida.
Tu voz que llamará, que gritará,
que pedirá por mi regreso en vano
y tal vez llorarás...
Verás... qué triste es el papel
de mendigar amor
donde no queda nada, nada...
Después... la soledad, la realidad,
la noche cruel
que ya te envolverá...
fatal…
English translation
Farewell, how strange was your farewell
of thorn and jasmine
like a cross and a caress.
Perhaps, I did not understand nor did I feel
that the stars have to die
with the rays of the sun.
I was a singing bird
and you were a butterfly
that sought to burn its wings...
Then, loneliness, reality,
the cruel night
that enveloped me...
fatal...

And again by the river, close together
your mouth, my mouth, your hair and my hair..,
and the moon, your moon, my moon
that yesterday dressed us, today spreads its veil.
I don't want the deception of a day
your hands do not tremble
you don't know how to laugh.
I don't want the same old story
live for a moment and then die.

I know... that one day I will find
in the eternal adventure
of my steps through life.
Your voice that will call, that will cry out,
that will ask for my return in vain
and maybe you will cry...
You will see... how sad is the role
of begging for love
where there's nothing left, nothing...
Then... the loneliness, the reality,
the cruel night
that will envelop you...
fatal...

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