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Canciones para D.H.Lawrence

¿Te acuerdas, Lawrence
Cuando volvíamos del tropear salvaje
Del alba paulatina?
¿Te acuerdas, Lawrence?

Mi caballo era de oro sanguíneo
Y el tuyo rojo y negro
Parecía tapado por tu poncho de México

Y éramos amigos (éramos amigos)
Y éramos ligeros (éramos ligeros)
Costeadores de celestes lagunas amarillas
Lawrence, dos bandoleros

Lawrence, por ti bebo
Este vino de Brielle en cuerno de tropero
Lawrence, por ti bebo

Mi padre con los gauchos
Bebía еn él caña del Paraguay
Rociada por el fuеgo
Y yo dormía envuelto con el poncho
Del gaucho Teorindo Lucero

Y éramos amigos (y éramos amigos)
Y éramos ligeros (y éramos ligeros)
Costeadores de celestes lagunas amarillas
Lawrence, dos bandoleros

Lawrence
Mi caballo no ha muerto
Sale a verte del fondo del pantano
Con restos de canoas dispersos en el pecho

Hoy, que en su gala arde aún
El fuego de fogata
De los cazadores del fondo del invierno
Lawrence, mi caballo no ha muerto

Y éramos amigos (y éramos amigos)
Y éramos ligeros (y éramos ligeros)
Costeadores de celestes lagunas amarillas
Lawrence, dos bandoleros

Lawrence, dos bandoleros
Dos bandoleros, dos bandoleros

Songs for D.H.Lawrence

Do you remember, Lawrence
When we used to return home from our wild adventures
At the daybreak?
Do you remember, Lawrence?

My horse was blood-red
And yours was black and red
Covered by your poncho from Mexico

And we were friends (we were friends)
And we were agile (we were agile)
Crossing celestial yellow lagoons
Lawrence, two bandits

Lawrence, I drink to your memory
This Brielle wine in a cowhorn
Lawrence, I drink to you

My father, along with the gauchos
Drank sugar cane liquor from Paraguay
Sprayed by the fire
And I slept wrapped in the poncho
Of the gaucho Teorindo Lucero

And we were friends (and we were friends)
And we were agile (and we were agile)
Crossing celestial yellow lagoons
Lawrence, two bandits

Lawrence
My horse is not dead
He's coming to see you from the bottom of the marsh
With remains of scattered canoes in his chest

Today, when in their glory still burns
The fire of the bonfire
Of the hunters of the depths of winter
Lawrence, my horse is not dead

And we were friends (and we were friends)
And we were agile (and we were agile)
Crossing celestial yellow lagoons
Lawrence, two bandits

Lawrence, two bandits
Two bandits, two bandits