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Vacaciones en el campo by Víctor Heredia (original lyric)
Vacaciones en el campo
El campo espera al atardecer,
la tarde entera sueña al caer.
Cruza una lenta torcaza el mar
verde amarillo del alfalfar.
Y yo soñando con volver,
hago palomas de papel.
Y escribo cartas a granel
sobre el rojizo atardecer.
Por esa mujer, por esa mujer,
que me ha puesto en la piel
un aire encantado
y un enamorado y gracioso clavel.
Entre los sauces el agua va,
besando el aire, mujer al fin.
Susurra un grillo la soledad,
Con su latido de violín.
Y yo soñando con volver,
hago palomas de papel.
Y escribo cartas a granel
sobre el rojizo atardecer.
Por esa mujer, por esa mujer,
que me ha puesto en la piel
un aire encantado,
y un enamorado y gracioso clavel.
Vacaciones en el campo by Víctor Heredia (english translation)
Holidays in the countryside
The field waits at sunset,
The whole afternoon dreams of falling.
The sea crosses a slow torcaza
Alfalfa yellow green.
And I dreaming of going back,
I make paper doves.
And I write letters in bulk
on the reddish sunset.
For that woman, for that woman,
that has put me on the skin
an enchanted air
and a sweet and funny carnation.
Among the willows the water goes,
kissing the air, woman at last.
A cricket whispers loneliness,
With his violin beat.
And I dreaming of going back,
I make paper doves.
And I write letters in bulk
on the reddish sunset.
For that woman, for that woman,
that has put me on the skin
an enchanted air,
and a sweet and funny carnation.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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