Singer: Alfredo DE ANGELISSinger 2: Carlos Dante y Oscar LarrocaComposer: Carlos Gardel y José RazzanoAuthor: Carlos Gardel y José Razzano
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Vos sos la criolla más hermosa, La que ha dado a las pampas argentinas todo el fuego de su amor. Vos sos la criolla legendaria de un pasado. Que ha dejado en nuestras almas un recuerdo alentador, Vos sos la luz, el sol, el aire suave, embriagador; Vos sos el dulce trino que modula el ruiseñor. Yo soy un pobre peregrino sin consuelo Que contempla marchitada para siempre su ilusión; El que canta eternamente bajo el cielo Esperando que le pagues algún día su pasión. Vos sos la luz, el sol, el aire suave, embriagador; Vos sos el dulce trino que modula el ruiseñor. Vos sos el alma de la raza que se estampa En las clásicas guitarras y en el dulce pericón; Vos sos la criolla más hermosa de la pampa Que ha llenado de esperanza mi doliente corazón. Vos sos la luz, el sol, el aire suave, embriagador; Vos sos el dulce trino que modula el ruiseñor. Vos sos el alma de esta raza bendecida Donde cantan los zorzales y gorjea al ruiseñor; Vos sos la dulce serenata adormecida Que al son de cien guitarras cantara un buen cantor. Vos sos la luz, el sol, el aire suave, embriagador; Vos sos el dulce trino que modula el ruiseñor.
English translation
You are the most beautiful criolla, The one who has given to the Argentine pampas all the fire of her love. You are the legendary criolla of a past. That has left in our souls an encouraging memory, You are the light, the sun, the soft, intoxicating air; You are the sweet trill that modulates the nightingale. I am a poor pilgrim without consolation Who contemplates his illusion withered forever; The one who sings eternally under the sky Hoping that one day you will pay him for his passion. You are the light, the sun, the soft, intoxicating air; You are the sweet trill that modulates the nightingale. You are the soul of the race that is stamped In the classic guitars and in the sweet pericón; You are the most beautiful criolla of the pampa... That has filled my aching heart with hope. You are the light, the sun, the soft, intoxicating air; You are the sweet trill that modulates the nightingale. You are the soul of this blessed race Where the thrushes sing and the nightingale warbles; You are the sweet serenade, the sleepy serenade That to the sound of a hundred guitars a good singer sings. You are the light, the sun, the soft, intoxicating air; You are the sweet trill that the nightingale modulates.

