Río Manso
Alberto Cortez
Gentle River
Watching the river flow
I said almost silently
You will have to walk a lot
To beat my dreams
And on the cool sand
I drew a head
Of an impossible passion
That wrote to me from Santa Fe
Of an impossible passion
That wrote to me from Santa Fe
Chorus
Look at what a crazy head
Putting your eyes on me
I who am always passing by
I won't be able to make you happy
Forget me, I beg you!
I am like the Paraná
Which without stopping its march
Kisses the beach and goes away
Which without stopping its march
Kisses the beach and goes away
It was a night in Corrientes
One of those that are unmatched
I was on the waterfront
Talking to the water
January was melting
Over the river its heat
And next to the beloved profile
I left my vein of versifier
And next to the beloved profile
I left my vein of versifier
