We'll NEVER truly part
says the heart,
tho there is no life here
without You Faron My Dear!
{ But My Life Is Made Of Dreams My Love }
SALLY
Por Un Amor
written by Gilberto Parra
Por un amor
Me desvelo y vivo apasionada;
Tengo on amor
Que en mi vida dejó para siempre amargo dolor.
Pobre de mí
Esta vida mejor que se acabe
No es para mí...
Pobre de mí (ay corazón...)
Pobre de mí (no sufras más...
Cuánto sufre mi pecho
Que late tan solo por ti.
Por un amor
He llorado gotitas de sangre del corazón,
Me has dejado con el alma herida
Sin compasión...
I learned this ballad by Gilberto Parra
from the singing of Lucha Reyes, who is
a cornerstone of Mexican female vocal
tradition. She recorded a most charming
version of it in the 1930's. L.R.
For A Love
written by Gilberto Parra
For a love
I can't sleep and I live full of passion
I have a love
That left forever in my life a bitter pain
Poor me
This life would be better if it would end
It's not for me.
Poor me (Ay, my heart...
Poor me (don't suffer any more...
How much my suffering in my breast
That throbs so alone for you.
For a love
I have cried little drops of blood from my heart,
You have left me with a wounded soul
Without compassion...
Han nacido en mi rancho dos arbolitos,
Dos arbolitos que paracen gemelos,
Y desde mi casita los veo solitos
Bajo el amparo santo y la luz del cielo.
Nunca están separados uno del otro
Porque así quiso Dios que los dos nacieran,
Y con sus mismas ramas se hacen caricias
Como si fueran novios que se quisieran.
Arbolito, arbolito, bajo tu sombra
Voy a esparar que el día cansado muera,
Y cuando estoy solito mirando al cielo
Pido pa' que me mande una compañera.
Arbolito, arbolito, me siento solo
Quiero que me acompañes hasta que muera.
My father loves this song so much he
once offered my brother Mike $50 to
learn to sing it. I'm afraid I beat him
to it but I haven't received a dime. In
view of the circumstances, the only
proper thing to do was invite him and
my brother Pete to sing the trio with
me. They got scale. It was written by
Chucho Martinez Gil and made popular by
Pedro Infante in the late 1930's or
early 1940's. L.R.
Two Little Trees
Two little trees have been born
on my ranch
Two little trees that look like twins
And from my house I see them all alone
Under the holy protection and light
from the heavens.
They are never separated,
one form the other
Because that is how God wanted
for the two of them to be born,
And with their own brances
they caress each other
As if they were sweethearts
who loved each other.
Little tree, little tree,
under your shade
I'm going to wait until
the end of this tiring day,
And when I'm all alone
looking to the sky
I'm going to ask Heaven
to send me a companion.
Precious Faron
My 4ever Companion,
Sweethearts Are We
Branching Thru Eternity
~The Tree Of Life~
SALLY
La Cigarra
written by Ray Pérez y Soto
Ya no me cantes cigarra
Que acabe tu sonsonete
Que tu canto aquí en el alma
Como un puñal se me mete
Sabiendo que cuando cantas
Pregonado vas tu muerte.
Marinero marinero
Dime si es verdad que sabas
Porque distinguir no puedo
Si en el fondo de los mares
Hay otro color más negro
Que el color de mis pesares.
Un palomito al volar
Que llevaba el pecho herido
Ya casi para llorar
Me dijo muy afligido.
Ya me canso de buscar
Un amor correspondido.
Bajo la sombra de un árbol
Y al compás de mi guitarra
Canto alegre este huapango
Porque la vida se acaba
Y quiero morir cantando
Como muere la cigarra.
This huapango was written by
Ray Perez y Soto. It was recorded in the
1940's by Jorge Negrete when he sang with
the Trio Calaveras, and more recently by
Lola Beltran, who is, in my opinion, the
greatest voice to ever come out of Mexico.
The image of the wounded dove in the third
verse is a popular symbol; it is a
messenger of afflicted love. L.R.
The Cicada
Don't sing to me anymore, cicada
Let your singsong end
For your song, here in the soul
Stabs me like a dagger
Knowing that when you sing
You are proclaiming that you are
going to your death
Sailor, sailor
Tell me if it is true that you know
Because I cannot distinguish
If in the depth of the seas
There is another color blacker
Than the color of my sorrows.
A little dove upon flying
Bearing a wounded breast
Was about to cry
And told me very afflicted
I'm tired of searching for
A mutual love.
Under the shade of a tree
And to the beat of my guitar
I sing this "huapango" happily
Because my life is ending
And I want to die singing
Like the cicada dies.
I'll Never Have More Human Mutual Love
Than My Special Angel Faron From Above
SALLY
The women from that time were so beautiful i can't get over it,
far better than today's? collagen and botox
injected monstrosities that have been created
^a yesteryear satisfied youtuber and I agree^
PRAYING FOR LINDA! May there be a cure for this dreadful disease soon!
My heart is broken having just heard
the news today about her having Parkinson's.
^a heart hopeful youtuber along with me^
