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#Hive, today I offer you this song entitled "Tears in the Estero" by Maestro Juan Vicente Torrealba, a wonderful piece of the Venezuelan repertoire, which takes us to the remembrances of what is ours, of our roots, of the simplest things and basic but full of big dreams and hopes, giving thanks for a new day and a new opportunity to free the heart from the fear of failure and the mind from worries.
Juan Vicente Torrealba
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Lagrimas en el Estero
Juan Vicente Torrealba
Por la llanura sin rumbo sabaneando en el ayer
Vaga triste mi recuerdo, sin caballo y sin querer;
Donde está la paraulata que cantaba en el corral
Mi chinchorro de moriche y el dulce cañaveral.
Lágrimas sobre el estero, estero lindo, va regando mi canción,
Sabaneando en la llanura, de mis recuerdos caminitos de La Unión.
Lágrimas sobre el estero, estero lindo, va regando mi cantar,
Sabaneando en la llanura, de mis recuerdos caminos de Camaguán.
¿Dónde esta mi Banco Largo? el del fino galerón,
el del toro palmareño, el del potro cimarrón,
¿Dónde está mi hijo Santana que un día triste nos dejó?
Y hasta mi caballo moro el viento se lo llevó.
Lágrimas sobre el estero, estero lindo, va regando mi canción,
Sabaneando en la llanura, de mis recuerdos caminitos de La Unión.
Lágrimas sobre el estero, estero lindo, va regando mi cantar,
Sabaneando en la llanura, de mis recuerdos caminos de Camaguán.
Tears on the Estuary
Juan Vicente Torrealba
Through the plain aimlessly savanna in yesterday
My memory wanders sad, without a horse and without wanting to;
Where is the paraulata that sang in the corral
My chinchorro de moriche and the sweet cane plantation.
Tears on the estuary, beautiful estuary, my song is spreading,
Sabaneando in the plain, of my memories little paths of La Unión.
Tears on the estuary, beautiful estuary, my song is spreading,
Sabaneando in the plain, of my memories Camaguán roads.
Where is my Long Bank? the one with the fine galley,
that of the Palmarean bull, that of the bighorn colt,
Where is my son Santana who left us one sad day?
And even my Moorish horse was blown away by the wind.
Tears on the estuary, beautiful estuary, my song is spreading,
Sabaneando in the plain, of my memories little paths of La Unión.
Tears on the estuary, beautiful estuary, my song is spreading,
Sabaneando in the plain, of my memories Camaguán roads.
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