A Orillas del Dulce
Los Carabajal
By the Sweet River
By the shores of the Sweet River
You stole my heart
Heart of a hummingbird
That only fell into its little trap
I have a dear memory
Of my soul in a corner
The palm trees, the canal
The blooming ceibo and the weeping willow
Where the backwater forms
The storm calms down
There are no backwaters in my love
Because it is flooded by your gale
Old millenary river
I speak to you again
Once again my confession
And my anxiety I want to leave with you
I don't forget about the island
The other side of the canal
Scented with chañar trees
On a spring afternoon
Someday the rosebush
That dried up will bloom
By then the sunny days will return
To be reborn
Spring will return
The chañar tree will sprout
With the weeping of the crespín
And the slow train along the embankment!
