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Loving evening, with a fresh mantle | Loving evening,<br> | ||
the night the men ads. | with a fresh mantle<br> | ||
Oh! gentle fragrance of those | the night the men ads.<br> | ||
sweet love of the past. | Oh! gentle fragrance of those<br> | ||
sweet love of the past.<br> | |||
Up on the hill, | Up on the hill,<br> | ||
I look down. | I look down.<br> | ||
And the wind whispers me | And the wind whispers me<br> | ||
pleasant memories. | pleasant memories.<br> | ||
Oh! sweet scent! | Oh! sweet scent!<br> | ||
The smell of home, | The smell of home,<br> | ||
is indistinguishable from those whispers | is indistinguishable from those whispers<br> | ||
and the image of my mother | and the image of my mother<br> | ||
comes and kisses! | comes and kisses!<br> | ||
Oh! gentle fragrance! | Oh! gentle fragrance!<br> | ||
Oh! sweet memories! | Oh! sweet memories!<br> | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Secular music]] | [[Category:Secular music]] | ||
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CPDL #17025:
- Editor: Adrian Cuello (added 2008-05-30). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 112 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Recuerdos
Composer: Adrian Cuello
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Lieder
Language: Spanish
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2003
Description:
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Original text and translations
Spanish text
Bella tarde, que con un dulce manto
la noche a los hombres anuncias.
Oh! suave fragancia de aquellos
dulces amores del pasado.
Arriba en la colina,
miro hacia abajo.
Y el viento me susurra
agradables recuerdos.
Oh! dulce aroma!
El olor de hogar,
se confunde entre aquellos susurros
y la imagen de mi madre
viene y besa!
Oh! suave fragancia!
Oh! dulces recuerdos!
English text
Loving evening,
with a fresh mantle
the night the men ads.
Oh! gentle fragrance of those
sweet love of the past.
Up on the hill,
I look down.
And the wind whispers me
pleasant memories.
Oh! sweet scent!
The smell of home,
is indistinguishable from those whispers
and the image of my mother
comes and kisses!
Oh! gentle fragrance!
Oh! sweet memories!