Anduriña
Anduriña
In Galicia, one day I heard
An old story in a café
It was about a girl who escaped from the village
Anduriña, a young one who flew
They weep at the thought of where she may be
Yet no one wants to go and search for her
Anduriña is what they called her, the ones she left behind
Fly home soon, please
The grandfather is by the hearth
(The grandfather is by the hearth)
He speaks and smiles with malice
(He returns and smiles with malice)
Anduriña is young
She will return, just wait and see
She is a little bird without feathers
On a grey day, she will land
Her mystery will no longer be
The name Anduriña will never be spoken again
But in the meantime, where is she?
Where is she? Anduriña, where is she?
Anduriña, where is she?
Anduriña, where…
Lyrics of Anduriña by Juan Y Junior
The entry Photos and choruses of those summer songs (LVII) was first published on La Laguna Ahora.
