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| La Golondrina ~ The Swallow Where will it go swift and weary the swallow that's gone away from here, if in the wind she finds herself astray seeking shelter and doesn't find it? Beside my bed I'll put her nest where she can pass the season. I am also in the lost region Oh Holy Heaven! and unable to fly. I too left behind my adored homeland that abode that saw me born, my life is today errant and distressed and no more can I to my mansion return. Cherished bird, beloved pilgrim, I will bring my heart close to yours. I go remembering, tender swallow. I will remember my fatherland and cry. |
| La Golondrina song of the swallow... |