Juan Formell
Pajarillo
where is the little bird that used to carry me over the river and the cane fields? I need his songs that tell of the love of the country girl and the coffee plantation He introduced me to the captain of the woodlands: it was the palm tree, sad and silent --Letras de canciones and he told me the tale of his bitter travail, the farmers have been robbed of their souls and their freedom We went to listen to the warble of the river and the spring while the cricket sang on the hearth and he taught me to count the stars in the sky and to kiss a lovely country girl, the rapture of my dreams -- little bird, little bird where are you singing?
From Letras Mania