A Charanga
Juan Pardo
The Brass Band
By the riverbank I arrived where my
the noise of the brass band,
and following it moving, I found the path and it was also the brass band.
People singing dancing and drinking ribeiro
and a girl crying under a chestnut tree.
Tell me who you are, girl with the sad gaze,
I am a lost traveler,
I am wounded, I am your friend.
She told me that her winds would never return
and trembling her voice, her crying continued
I spoke of loves and beautiful things.
She did not reply and her crying continued,
throw your ribs to the wind, come with me,
your hands in these hands, you already have a friend.
Between turns and turns a smile was born,
among people, so good,
among kisses, among laughs,
between turns and more turns
it got lost, from me
where does it go, where does it go?.
I miss you, and your tenderness
in that piece of a brass band.
Lalalalalaila, Lalalalalaila,
Lalalalalaila, Lalalalalaila,
(Repeat)
