Ya viene la noche.
Golpean rayos de luna
sobre el yunque de la tarde.
Ya viene la noche.
Un árbol grande se abriga
con palabras de cantares.
Ya viene la noche.
Si tú vinieras a verme
por los senderos del aire.
Ya viene la noche,
Me encontrarías llorando
bajo los álamos grandes.
¡Ay morena!
bajo los álamos grandes.
Translation to English: Backwater, final song
The night is coming.
Moonbeams strike
on the anvil of the evening.
The night is coming.
A big tree takes shelter
with words from songs.
The night is coming.
If you came to see me
through the paths of the air.
The night is coming,
You would find me crying
under the big poplars.
Oh brunette!
under the big poplars.
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