Mis estimados como siempre feliz de lo que hago que es hacer música y mas si puedo compartirla con todos ustedes, desde hace tiempo vengo escuchando artistas que marcaron en su época con éxitos que hasta la fecha seguimos escuchando, hoy me dí a la tarea de grabar este tema humildemente para el concurso "Metro Music" espero lo disfruten la familia de #hive y #3speak, se les quiere.
My dear ones, as always happy with what I do, which is making music and even more if I can share it with all of you, for a long time I have been listening to artists who marked their time with successes that we continue to listen to today, today I took on the task of recording this theme humbly for the contest "Metro Music" I hope the #hive and # 3speak family enjoy it, they love you.
Fuiste mía un verano
Leonardo Favio
Hoy la vi,
Fue casualidad,
Yo estaba en el bar
Me miro al pasar
Yo le sonrei
Y le quise hablar
Me pidio que no
Que otra vez será
Que otra vez será
Que otra vez será
Tierno amanecer,
Sé que nunca mas.
Como olvidar su pelo
Como olvidar su aroma
Si aun navega en mis labios
El sabor de su boca
Cada piba que pase
Con un libro en la mano
Me traera su nombre
Como en aquel verano
Eeeh eeeh eeeh...
Fuiste mia un verano
Solamente un verano
Yo no olvido la playa,
Ni aquel viejo café,
Ni aquel pajaro herido
Que entiviaste en tus manos
Ni tu voz ni tus pasos
Se alejaran de mi
Que otra vez será
Que otra vez será
Que otra vez será
Tierno amanecer
Se que nunca mas.
Eeeh eeeh eeeh...
You were mine one summer
Leonardo Favio
I saw her today
It was coincidence
I was at the bar
I look at myself in passing
I smiled at him
And I wanted to talk to him
He asked me not
That it will be again
That it will be again
That it will be again
Tender dawn,
I know never again.
How to forget your hair
How to forget its aroma
If it still sails on my lips
The taste of your mouth
Every girl that passes
With a book in hand
Will bring me your name
Like in that summer
Eeeh eeeh eeeh ...
You were mine one summer
Just one summer
I do not forget the beach,
Not that old cafe,
Not even that wounded bird
That you warm in your hands
Neither your voice nor your steps
They will get away from me
That it will be again
That it will be again
That it will be again
Tender dawn
I know never again.
Eeeh eeeh eeeh ...
▶️ 3Speak