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*{{PostedDate|2017-04-22}} {{CPDLno|44156}} [http://www.solovoces.com/download.php?view.576 {{ | *{{PostedDate|2017-04-22}} {{CPDLno|44156}} [http://www.solovoces.com/download.php?view.576 {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Fernando G. Jácome|2017-04-22}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|110}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Fernando G. Jácome|2017-04-22}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|110}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
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Llega la noche en alas de negro tul. | |||
Las estrellas derraman fúlgida luz. Sí! | |||
Las olas d’esmeralda vienen y van | |||
y arrullan y a mi barca besos le dan. | |||
Se agitan, suben, bajan como crespón | |||
sobre seno de nácar nido de amor. Sí! | |||
Cuan dulces a mi alma la soledad | |||
del mundo a qui apartado quiero bogar.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2017-04-22) CPDL #44156:
- Editor: Fernando G. Jácome (submitted 2017-04-22). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 110 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: 1ª Barcarola
Composer: Juan Montes
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: Spanish
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
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External websites: http://www.solovoces.com/
Original text and translations
Spanish text
Llega la noche en alas de negro tul.
Las estrellas derraman fúlgida luz. Sí!
Las olas d’esmeralda vienen y van
y arrullan y a mi barca besos le dan.
Se agitan, suben, bajan como crespón
sobre seno de nácar nido de amor. Sí!
Cuan dulces a mi alma la soledad
del mundo a qui apartado quiero bogar.