Cover Song Viajera del Río / River Traveler by @davidcentenor.

We loved blurt friends, the week begins and after a short absence on my part, still my voice keeps coming and going, so I don't know if it's flu, or an allergy to something that haunts my house, but when there is voice I take advantage and record, and you do not know the pleasure that singing and playing the guitar gives me for you, this time I sing a song by the Venezuelan composer Manuel Yánez named Viajera del Río, with great affection for all #blurt.

Viajera Del Río

Manuel Yánez

Paseando una vez
Por el malecón
Extasiado me quedé
Al ver una flor perfumando el río
Era angelical
Como el azahar
Y corría y corría
Buscando el horizonte se perdía
La quise tocar
La quise abrazar
Quise amarla como a ti
Ni que fuera un mago
Para contener la fuerza del río
Y se fue ocultando
Y se fue marchando
Luego desapareció
Pasaron los años
Y el arcano tiempo la alejó de mí
Por eso en mis sueños
Cuando la recuerdo
Triste voy al malecón
Para ver si el río cambia la corriente
Y vuelvo a ver mi flor
La quise tocar
La quise abrazar
Quise amarla como a ti
Ni que fuera un mago
Para contener la fuerza del río
Y se fue ocultando
Y se fue marchando
Luego desapareció
Pasaron los años y el arcano tiempo la alejó de mí
Por eso en mis sueños
Cuando la recuerdo
Siempre voy al malecón
Para ver si el río
Cambia la corriente y vuelvo a ver
Mi flor.

River Traveler

Manuel Yánez

Walking once
Along the boardwalk
Ecstatic I stayed
Seeing a flower scenting the river
Angelic era
Like the azahar
And I ran and I ran.
Looking for the horizon was lost
I wanted to touch it
I wanted to hug her
I wanted to love her as you
Nor that he was a magician
To contain the force of the river
And it was hidden
And he left.
Then it disappeared
Years passed
And the arcane time took her away from me
That's why in my dreams
When I remember her
Sad I go to the boardwalk
To see if the river changes the current
And I see my flower again
I wanted to touch it
I wanted to hug her
I wanted to love her as you
Nor that he was a magician
To contain the force of the river
And it was hidden
And he left.
Then it disappeared
Years passed and the arcane time took her away from me
That's why in my dreams
When I remember her
I always go to the boardwalk
To see if the river
Change the current and I see again
My flower.