Текст и перевод песни Simón Díaz - Arbolito Sabanero|Clavelito Colorado

Arbolito Sabanero|Clavelito Colorado

Arbolito sabanero... yo te vengo a preguntar, preguntar
Si cuando ella se me fue, arbolito,
Tú me la viste pasar, pasar...

Abre sus sueños al raso la soledad sin un grito,
Aspira el campo marchito la dulce flor del ocaso.
Tú, pesaroso en el paso, puro arenal del estero,
Soñando el aire mayero,! cómo tendrás de congojas
Que ya no te quedan ni hojas, arbolito sabanero!

Soñando el aire mayero,! cómo tendrás de congojas
Que ya no te quedan ni hojas, arbolito sabanero!
Arbolito de hojas finas, nidos de puras congojas,
Como ya no tienes ni hojas te besa el sol las espinas.

Madrinero sin madrinas, paso yo con mi cantar.
Y tú en tu grave callar, te quedas mas seco y triste,
Arbolito, tu la viste,
Tu me la viste pasar.
Y tú en tu grave callar, te quedas mas seco y triste,
Arbolito, tu la viste,
Tu me la viste pasar.

Arbolito sabanero... yo te vengo a preguntar, preguntar
Si cuando ella se me fue, arbolito,
Tú me la viste pasar, pasar...

Arbolito Sabanero (Little Tree of the Savannah)|Clavelito Colorado (Little Red Carnation)

Little tree of the Savannah... I have come to ask you, to ask you
If when she left me, little tree,
You saw her pass by, pass by...

Loneliness opens its dreams to the open air without a cry,
the withered field inhales the sweet flower of twilight.
You, mournful in your steps, pure sand of the estuary,
Dreaming of the May air, how must you grieve
That you have no more leaves, little tree of the savannah!

Dreaming of the May air, how must you grieve
That you have no more leaves, little tree of the savannah!
Little tree with delicate leaves, nests of pure sorrows,
Since you have no more leaves, the sun kisses your thorns.

A sailor without a ship, I pass by singing my song.
And you, in your profound silence, remain even more withered and sad,
Little tree, you saw her,
You saw her pass by.
And you, in your profound silence, remain even more withered and sad,
Little tree, you saw her,
You saw her pass by.

Little tree of the Savannah... I have come to ask you, to ask you
If when she left me, little tree,
You saw her pass by, pass by...