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Oh, Oh, Oh

Los Huasos Quincheros

Ay, ay, ay

Asómate a la ventana ay, ay, ay,
paloma del alma mía.
Asómate a la ventana ay, ay, ay,
paloma del alma mía.

Que ya la aurora temprana,
nos viene a anunciar el día.
Que ya la aurora temprana ay, ay, ay,
nos viene a anunciar el día.

El amor mío se muere ay, ay, ay
y se me muere de frio,
porque en tu pecho de piedra, (ay, ay, ay…ay, ay,ay),
tú no quieres darle abrigo.
Porque en tu pecho de piedra ay, ay, ay, (aay, ay, ay),
tú no quieres darle abrigo.
Ay, ay, ay... Ay, ay, ay.

Oh, Oh, Oh

Look out the window, oh, oh, oh,
dove of my soul.
Look out the window, oh, oh, oh,
dove of my soul.

The early dawn is here,
it's coming to announce the day.
The early dawn is here, oh, oh, oh,
it's coming to announce the day.

My love is dying, oh, oh, oh
and it's dying from the cold,
because in your stone heart, (oh, oh, oh… oh, oh, oh),
you don’t want to give it shelter.
Because in your stone heart, oh, oh, oh, (oh, oh, oh),
you don’t want to give it shelter.
Oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh.

Escrita por: Osmán Pérez Freire