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Patios De La Casa Vieja

A mi recuerdo se asoman
Todas las cosas de cuánta
De patio, parral y luna
Se va pintando esta zamba
De patio, parral y luna
Se va pintando esta zamba

Amor nacido en la infancia
Que va creciendo en el tiempo
Como un perfume de azahares
Y de jazmines al viento
Como un perfume de azahares
Y de jazmines al viento

Patios de la casa vieja
Color de siesta soleada
Mate de largas tertulias
Qué lindas cosas de cuánta
Prendidas dentro de mi alma
Me van pintando esta zamba (segunda)

En cada baldosa en los patios
Guarda un recuerdo querido
Cada geranio es un sueño
De tiempo ya florecido
Cada geranio es un sueño
De tiempo ya florecido

Guardan manteles tendidos
De las noches navideñas
Saben de dichas y ruegos
Y también saben de penas
Saben de dichas y ruegos
Y también saben de penas

Patios de la casa vieja
Color de siesta soleada
Mate de largas tertulias
Qué lindas cosas de cuánta
Prendidas dentro de mi alma
Me van pintando esta zamba

Courtyards of the Old House

To my memory they appear,
All the things of yesteryear,
Of courtyard, vine, and moon,
This zamba is being painted, my love.
Of courtyard, vine, and moon,
This zamba is being painted, my love.

Love born in childhood's embrace,
Growing with time and grace,
Like a perfume of orange blossoms so sweet,
And jasmine on the wind, my sweet.
Like a perfume of orange blossoms so sweet,
And jasmine on the wind, my sweet.

Courtyards of the old house, dear,
Color of a sunny siesta, my dear,
Mate of long gatherings, my dear,
What beautiful things of yesteryear,
Held within my soul so near,
They are painting this zamba (second), my dear.

In each tile in the courtyards, you see,
A cherished memory for you and me,
Each geranium a dream, it's true,
Of a time already bloomed for you.
Each geranium a dream, it's true,
Of a time already bloomed for you.

They hold tablecloths spread wide,
From Christmas nights inside,
They know of joys and prayers we've said,
And they also know of sorrows we've had.
They know of joys and prayers we've said,
And they also know of sorrows we've had.

Courtyards of the old house, my dear,
Color of a sunny siesta, my dear,
Mate of long gatherings, my dear,
What beautiful things of yesteryear,
Held within my soul so near,
They are painting this zamba, my dear.