Golondrinas - Adriana Varela

con ansias constantes de cielos lejanos…

Alma criolla, errante y viajera,

querer detenerla es una quimera…

Golondrinas con fiebre en las alas,

peregrinas borrachas de emoción…

Siempre sueña con otros caminos

la brujula loca de tu corazón…

Criollita de mi pueblo,

pebeta de mi barrio,

la golondrina un dia

su vuelo detendra;

no habra nube en sus ojos

de vagas lejanias

y en tus brazos amantes

su nido construira.

Su anhelo de distancias

se aquietara en tu boca

con la dulce fragancia

de tu viejo querer…

Criollita de mi pueblo,

pebeta de mi barrio,

con las alas plegadas

también yo he de volver.

En tus rutas que cruzan los mares

florece una estela azul de cantares

y al conjuro de nuevos paisajes

suena intensamente tu claro cordaje.

Con tu dulce sembrar de armonias

tierras lejanas te vieron pasar;

otras lunas siguieron tus huellas,

tu solo destino es siempre volar.

with constant longing for distant skies…

Creole soul, wandering and traveling,

wanting to stop her is a chimera...

Swallows with fever in their wings,

pilgrims drunk with emotion…

She always dreams of other paths

the crazy compass of your heart…

Creole from my town,

pebeta from my neighborhood,

the swallow one day

his flight from her will stop;

there will be no cloud in their eyes

of distant vague

and in your loving arms

her nest she will build.

Your longing for distances

will be quiet in your mouth

with the sweet fragrance

of your old love…

Creole from my town,

pebeta from my neighborhood,

with folded wings

I too have to go back.

In your routes that cross the seas

blooms a blue trail of songs

and to the spell of new landscapes

your clear string sounds intensely.

With your sweet sowing of harmonies

distant lands saw you pass;

other moons followed your footsteps,

your only destiny is always to fly.