La tarde - India Martínez

Vestía estaba la tarde de terciopelo corinto

De terciopelo corinto vestía estaba la tarde

De terciopelo corinto

Y la perfumaba el aire entre azucena i jacinto

Entre azucena i jacinto un cielillo celeste

Y un beso, hay quedó prendio

La música ruiseñor, regalaba un estribillo

Vente conmigo

Que de noche en esta vida

Le tengo miedo a la luna

Que me asusta con su brillo

De los suspiros del viento, la tarde, la tarde se ha enamorao

La tarde se ha enamorao de los suspiros del viento

En la torre de la veleta, la tarde se ha encelado

Que la tarde se ha encelado

Recitaban los trigales poemas pa enamorar

Unas torpes miraillas al viento se le ha escapao

Vente conmigo

Que de noche en esta vida

Le tengo miedo a la luna

Que me asusta con su brillo

El sol por los olivares, se despide de la tarde

Se despide de la tarde, el sol por los olivares

Un ramo de olivares ha querio regalarle

Ha querio regalarle mañana volveré a verte

Y ahora quisiera acostarme

Pero te tendré en mis sueños y así podré recordarte

Vente conmigo

Que de noche en esta vida

Le tengo miedo a la luna

Que me asusta con su brillo

Cuando la luna se asomó, la tarde se cobijaba

La tarde se cobijaba, cuando la luna se asomó

Entre los laureles verdes con el arroyo del agua

Con el arroyo del agua, el aire espera impaciente que pase la madrugada

Tendrá que velar su sueño, hasta las claras del alba

Vente conmigo

Que de noche en esta vida

Le tengo miedo a la luna

Que me asusta con su brillo

The afternoon was dressed in corinthian velvet

She wore Corinthian velvet this afternoon

corinthian velvet

And the air perfumed her between lilies and hyacinths

Between lily and hyacinth a light blue sky

And a kiss, there was left on

The nightingale music, she gave away a chorus

Come with me

that at night in this life

I'm afraid of the moon

that scares me with its brightness

From the sighs of the wind, the afternoon, the afternoon has fallen in love

The afternoon has fallen in love with the sighs of the wind

In the tower of the weather vane, the afternoon has turned jealous

That the afternoon has become jealous

They recited the wheat field poems to fall in love

A few clumsy peeks at the wind has escaped

Come with me

that at night in this life

I'm afraid of the moon

that scares me with its brightness

The sun through the olive groves says goodbye to the afternoon

Saying goodbye to the afternoon, the sun through the olive groves

A bouquet of olive trees has wanted to give him

He wanted to give him tomorrow I will see you again

And now I would like to go to bed

But I'll have you in my dreams so I can remember you

Come with me

that at night in this life

I'm afraid of the moon

that scares me with its brightness

When the moon came out, the afternoon was sheltered

The afternoon sheltered, when the moon peeked out

Between the green laurels with the water stream

With the stream of water, the air waits impatiently for the dawn to pass

He will have to watch over his dream of her, until the light of dawn

Come with me

that at night in this life

I'm afraid of the moon

that scares me with its brightness