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Song for León Gieco Carito


INTERPRETATION OF MERCEDES SOSA
I LOVE THIS SONG


Sitting alone on a bench in the city
With your
look Recalling the coast.
Your luck would be split
Half truth, half lie
As
hope of the poor bride. Walking alone


Under the gray drizzle

hard Pretending That your life was changed here
Why a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople
For it governs the flower
Mira River Never
gift color. Carito


release your pain will be your teardrop diamond

Carito Among my rope drop your stone
To fly like thrush in the spring. In Buenos Aires


shoes are modern
But do not look
As in the village square
Let your light chiquitita Talk
secret to the song
To caress you
A little sun.

Any seed plant
When you see the same star

From that evening
That sharp peak
safe from the dark
Shelter From the sweeping gull
of the grooves. Carito

I am your friend
I offer for your nest tree
Carito drop your
That song on my accordion
fan is waiting.

! GO!