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Pueblito, mi pueblo (1942)

Pueblito, mi pueblo

Pueblito, mi pueblo.
Extraño tus tardes.
Querido pueblito
no puedo olvidarte.
¡Cuánta nostalgia ceñida
tengo en el alma esta tarde!
¡Ay! si pudiera otra vez,
bajo tus sauces soñar,
viendo las nubes que pasan.
¡Ah! y cuando el sol ya se va,
sentir la brisa al pasar
fragante por los azahares.
Pueblito, mi pueblo.
Extraño tus tardes.
Querido pueblito
no puedo olvidarte.

Little village, my village

Little village, my village
I miss your afternoons.
My beloved little village
I cannot forget you.
How much strained nostalgia
I have in my soul this afternoon!
Ah! If I could once more
Under your willow trees dream,
Seeing the clouds that pass.
Ah! And when the sun is leaving,
To feel the breeze passing
Fragrant from the orange blossoms.
Little village, my village
I miss your afternoons.
My beloved little village
I cannot forget you.

Composer

Carlos Guastivino, one of the foremost Argentine composers of the 20th century, produced over 500 works in his lifetime, mostly for piano and voice.

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