Provenezuela Musical -Contest in Tribute to Simón Díaz || SABANA
Simón Diaz It is our history, our culture, our music. Thank you for existing and giving us all of you. This video is part of the contest @provenezuela Musical .
Why I chose this topic?
I chose this song because it calls for the painful farewell of the author and the savannah, he does not leave because he wanted it that way, he leaves for reasons that escape from his hands, and leaves the savannah, his land desolate as a calf motherless; I feel it very much in agreement with the events that lie at this moment in Venezuela, a land that we all love and that some of us will have to leave without really wanting to do it.
lyrics
I chose this song because it calls for the painful farewell of the author and the savannah, he does not leave because he wanted it that way, he leaves for reasons that escape from his hands, and leaves the savannah, his land desolate as a calf motherless; I feel it very much in agreement with the events that lie at this moment in Venezuela, a land that we all love and that some of us will have to leave without really wanting to do it.
Con tu brisa de mastranto,
Tus espejos de laguna,
Centinela de palmeras
Que se asoman con la luna.
Aquí me quedo contigo
Aunque me vaya muy lejos.
Como tórtola que vuela
Y deja el nido en el suelo.
Se me aprieta el corazón
No ver más tu amanecer,
Ni al cimarrón, ni la mata,
Ni la garza que levanta.
Con el cabresto te dejo
Amarrados mis amores.
Gota a gota que te cuente
Mis penas el tinajero.
Ya tu arestín mañánero
No me mojará los ruedos.
Ni el humo de leña verde
Hará que mis ojos lloren.
Mañana cuando me vaya
Te quedarás tan solita,
Como becerro sin madre,
Como morichal sin agua.
lyrics in English
With your mastranto breeze,
Your lagoon mirrors,
Palm sentinel
That look out with the moon.
Here I stay with you
Although I go far away.
Like turtledove that flies
And leave the nest on the ground.
It squeezes my heart
Do not watch your sunrise anymore,
Neither the bighorn, nor kill it,
Not the heron that raises.
With the winch I leave you
Moored my loves.
Drop by drop to tell you
My sorrows the tinajero.
Already your morning arestín
I will not wet the hemlines.
Not the smoke of green wood
It will make my eyes cry.
Tomorrow when I go
You will be so lonely,
As a calf without a mother,
As morichal without water.
excelente post. tengamos fe de que este pais saldrá adelante. steemians productiva
Me encanta su música!!! Quiero concursar 💕. Te sigo!! Me encantan estos concursos
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