Río, Río
Los Chalchaleros
River, River
(tune)
How big the river comes,
how big it goes to the sea.
If my crying increases it
how big it must be,
if my crying increases it
how big it must be.
River, river, river, river,
give me back my love,
give me back my love
I'm tired of waiting.
Manuelita. Manuelita,
look how the river comes,
look how the river comes
and my love doesn't return.
How sad the wind whistles
in the pine leaves.
If my lament increases it,
how sad it will whistle,
if my lament increases it,
how sad it will whistle.
River, river, river, river,
give me back my love,
give me back my love
I'm tired of waiting.
River, river, river, river,
give me back my love,
give me back my love
I'm tired of waiting.
Another version:
How black the ungrateful night,
comes to increase my sorrows,
if it portrays my pain,
how black it must be,
if it portrays my pain,
how black it must be.
How sad the wind whispers,
seems to cry absences.
If it hears my laments,
how sad it must be,
if it hears my laments,
how sad it must be.
