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River of the Birds

José Larralde

Rio De Los Pájaros

El Uruguay no es un río
Es un cielo azul que viaja
Pintor de nubes camino
Con sabor a mieles ruanas

Los amores de la costa
Son amores sin destino
Camalote de esperanza
Que se va llevando el río

Chua, chua, chua ja ja ja
No cantes mas torcacita
Que llora sangre el ceibal

Morenita lavandera
Biguacita de la costa
Enrollate la pollera
Ponete a lavar la ropa

Tu madre cocina charque
Tu padre fue río arriba
Y vos te quedaste sola
Lavando ropa en la orilla

Canoita pescadora
Aguantame el temporal
Si mis brazos no se cansan
Remando te he de sacar

Gurisito pelo chuzo
Ojitos de yacaré
Barriguita chifladora
Lomito color café

River of the Birds

Uruguay is not a river
It's a blue sky traveling
Painter of clouds on the way
With a taste of rural honeys

The loves of the coast
Are loves without destiny
Water hyacinth of hope
That the river takes away

Chua, chua, chua ha ha ha
Don't sing anymore, little turtledove
The ceibo tree cries blood

Little washerwoman
Little heron of the coast
Roll up your skirt
Start washing the clothes

Your mother cooks jerky
Your father went up the river
And you stayed alone
Washing clothes on the shore

Fishing canoe
Hold on during the storm
If my arms don't tire
Rowing, I will get you out

Curly-haired little boy
Eyes like a caiman
Chirping belly
Coffee-colored back

Escrita por: Aníbal Sampayo