Duda Morena
Prima de mi corteza
Duda morena que me tiñió la piel
Si que sabes aparecerte de dia
O despeinarme dormida
Y echarte a correr
Mira cantor, mira corazón
Dime pedazo de cancion a medias
De dónde llegas
Sabes entrar, abrir y cerrar
Vienes juntando debajo de tu brazo
Mis penitas de canto
Tal vez todo sera un buen recuerdo
Si llega el olvido primero
Pa' mi no hay cosa mas dulce
Que tu agua salada de mi río
Si ah, créeme no hay limite mas grande
Para este imaginante
Ah, que una duda morena
Envuelta en flores de otra primavera
Pa recordarte feliz, voy a tener que olvidarte
Porque no hay cosa más dulce que vos
Si no llega el olvido, quien cura este delirio
De una duda morena envuelta en flores de otra primavera
De una duda morena envuelta en flores de otra primavera
Vienes recuerdo lejano
De un exilio forzado
A duras penas, a duras penas nomás
Y todo lo que tocan tus manos
Queda petrificado en tiempo y espacio
Mira cantor, mira vida
Dime razón de mis días, ya no te ates
A lejanos visitantes
Que saben entrar, abrir y cerrar
Vienen juntando debajo de tu brazo hoy
Mis penitas de canto
Tal vez todo sera un buen recuerdo
Si llega el olvido primero
Pa mi no hay cosa más dulce
Que tu agua salada de mi río
Si ah, créeme no hay limite mas grande
Para este imaginante
Ah, que una duda morena
Envuelta en flores de otra primavera
Brown Doubt
Cousin of my bark
Brown doubt that dyed my skin
You know how to appear during the day
Or mess up my hair while I sleep
And then run away
Look singer, look heart
Tell me, piece of unfinished song
Where do you come from
You know how to enter, open and close
You come gathering under your arm
My little sorrows of song
Maybe everything will be a good memory
If oblivion arrives first
For me, there is nothing sweeter
Than your salty water from my river
Oh, believe me, there is no greater limit
For this dreamer
Oh, than a brown doubt
Wrapped in flowers from another spring
To remember you happily, I will have to forget you
Because there is nothing sweeter than you
If oblivion does not come, who will cure this delirium
Of a brown doubt wrapped in flowers from another spring
Of a brown doubt wrapped in flowers from another spring
You come from a distant memory
From a forced exile
With great difficulty, with great difficulty only
And everything your hands touch
Is petrified in time and space
Look singer, look life
Tell me the reason for my days, don't tie yourself
To distant visitors
Who know how to enter, open and close
They come gathering under your arm today
My little sorrows of song
Maybe everything will be a good memory
If oblivion arrives first
For me, there is nothing sweeter
Than your salty water from my river
Oh, believe me, there is no greater limit
For this dreamer
Oh, than a brown doubt
Wrapped in flowers from another spring