Primavera De Colores
Carlos Gardel
Spring of Colors
Everything is wrapped in the calmness
Of the dying afternoon
Melancholic and deep
The soul drinks abundantly
The Sun, leaving the pampa
After its triumphant retreat
A faint pink light
Bathes the tranquil grassland
And in the ranch, sweet style
A countryman sings to his beloved
The twilight that appears
Over the splendid plain
Imprints a seal of beauty
From the marsh to the hill
In the forest, the dove
Pours out its love song
Spring of colors
Is stamped on the earth
Resembling the pampa
A magnificent carpet of flowers
A gentle gust of wind
Makes the leaves shiver
Distant and red clouds
Chisel the sky
The corpulent chajá
Flaps its wings, seeking the nest
With a monotonous bleat
The sheep returns to the pen
And there, on the hill, the wild horse
Looks at the daring desert
