Inspired by a beautiful and sad song by Juan Carlos Baglietto and Silvina Garré, amazing argentinian singers.

Era en Abril:
El: Sabes, hermano, lo triste que estoy, se me ha hecho vuelo de trinos y sangre la voz
Se me ha hecho pedazos mi sueño mejor, se ha muerto mi niño, mi niño, mi niño,
Mi niño, hermano.
No pudo llenarse la boca de voz, apenas vacío el vientre de mi dulce amor
Enorme y azul la vida se le dio, no pudo tomarla, no pudo tomarla, de tan pequeño.
Yo le había hecho una blanca canción del amor entre una nube y un pez volador
Lo soñé corriendo abrigado en sudor, las mejillas llenas, las mejillas llenas, de sol y dulzón.
Los dos: Era en abril el ritmo tibio de mi chiquito que danzaba dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo, el ombligo el sol.
Ella: No busques, hermano, el camino mejor que ya tengo el alma muda de pedirle a Dios
Que hacemos ahora mi dulzura y yo con los pechos llenos,
con los pechos llenos de leche y dolor.
Los dos: Era en abril el ritmo tibio de mi chiquito que danzaba dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo, el ombligo el sol.
Estamos pensando, sería mejor, el marchar los tres, el marchar los tres que quedarnos dos...

(English translation)

It was in April:
He: You know, brother, how sad I am, my voice has become a flight of warbles and blood
My best dream has shattered, my child has died, my child, my child
My child, brother...
He could not fill his mouth with voice, he barely emptied my sweet love's womb.
Big and blue life had been given to him, he could not take it, so little he was.
I had written him a white song about the love between a cloud and a flying fish,
I dreamt him running, covered with warm sweat, his cheeks fulll, his cheeks full, of sun and sweetness.
Both: It was in April the warm rythm of my child that danced, inside the womb, his flowered field
Was his bed, and the bellybutton, the sun...
She: Brother, don't look for the best way to follow, for my soul went mute asking God.
What will we do now, my sweetness and me, with two breasts full
With two breasts full of milk and pain.
Both: It was in April the warm rythm of my child that danced, inside the womb, his flowered field
Was his bed, and the bellybutton, the sun...
We are thinking, it would be better, to leave three, to leave three, than to stay two...


Credtis:
Song: Era en Abril
Written by: Jorge Fandermole
Performed by: Juan Carlos Baglietto / Silvina Garre

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