Francisco Rotundo — Yo Soy Aquel Muchacho song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Yo Soy Aquel Muchacho" by Francisco Rotundo.
Lyrics
Ya pasó la primavera con sus flores
Golondrina mensajera de mis sueños
Hoy te alejas y te llevas mis amores
Y yo sigo tu viaje con empeño
Vuelve pronto, que el otoño traicionero
Me sepulta en la tristeza de sus días
Quiero ser a tu regreso el cancionero
Que deje un, te quiero, frente a un corazón
Yo soy aquel muchacho que puse sin agravios
En tus pintados labios, la gloria de un vivir
Aquel que entre caricias, tornábase sumiso
Y que el destino quiso hundirlo en el sufrir
Yo soy aquel que tuvo constancia y fe sincera
Yo fui la primavera y tu el otoño cruel
Te has vuelto golondrina, te enloqueció el espacio
Que fue como un palacio, para vivir tu en el
Si en tu viaje te azotara la tormenta
De un invierno y con su frío te maltrata
No le pongas cara fiera, está contenta
Que con risas al dolor se desbarata
Yo también, cuando te fuiste golondrina
A mi llanto lo mezclé con alegria
Y tiré como nerviosa serpentina
La venenosa espina que ha muerto mi ilusión
Lyrics translation
He has already spent spring with his flowers
Swallow messenger of my dreams
Today you go away and take away my loves
And I follow your journey with determination
Come back soon, that treacherous autumn
He buries Me in the sadness of his days
I want to be the songstress on your return
Let me Leave A, I love you, in front of a heart
I am that boy I put without grievances
In your painted lips, the glory of a living
He who was fondled became submissive
And that fate wanted to sink him into suffering
I am the one who had constancy and sincere faith
I was the spring and you were the cruel autumn
You've become a swallow, you've gone mad in space
It was like a palace, to live you in the
If the storm hit you on your journey
Of a winter and with its cold mistreats you
Don't give her a hard face. she's happy.
That with laughter the pain is broken
Me too, when you left swallow
To my crying I mixed it with joy
And I threw like a nervous Serpentine
The poisonous thorn that has died my illusion