Un Caminito Español
Atahualpa Yupanqui
A Spanish Little Path
(Song)
On a road in Spain,
my heart walks,
before they didn't know each other,
now they are friends both.
On a road in Spain,
my heart walks.
Sometimes under the moon,
like a conversation,
between the sea and the pine trees,
the heart sings.
Sometimes under the moon,
like a conversation.
It speaks of distant pampas,
of blooming pepper trees,
of a lost horse,
that stayed in those lands.
It speaks of distant pampas,
of blooming pepper trees.
Like in sacred books,
there is a time of ripening,
they lived without meeting,
today they are friends both.
An Argentine heart,
and a Spanish little path.
The path is never sad,
it is saddened by the song,
if the traveler tells it,
his worries, his passion.
The path is never sad,
it is saddened by the song.
The day they part,
let them not say goodbye,
the path in its landscape,
and aimlessly the heart.
The day they part,
let them not say goodbye.
Beautiful love without forgetting,
is the friendship of both.
Beautiful love without forgetting,
is the friendship of both.
From an Argentine heart,
and a Spanish little path.
From an Argentine heart,
and a Spanish little path.
