La Tempranera
Mercedes Sosa
The Early Riser
You were the early riser
First girl, flower at dawn
Gentle gallant pink
The most beautiful girl from Tucumán
Adolescent forehead
Gentle miracle of your brunette skin
Sincere black eyes
Warm dove from Monteros
It was while dancing this zamba
That I fell in love with you
You were the early riser
Prisoner of my desires
I already knew you were mine
When I finally crowned you
It was spring
The herald of delicate love
I cry bitterly
For that teenage romance
Hard dark sadness
Fragile love that I couldn't hold onto
Listen, my dove
To this very sad elegy
