Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOComposer: Mauricio GuarigliaAuthor: Antonio Polito
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Nació en Palermo, la rubiecita, era bonita como una flor. Y la llamaban “La Galarcita” en aquel barrio, con gran amor. Sus ojos verdes brindaban gloria la dulce gloria de una emoción, todos la llevan en la memoria porque fue reina de la ilusión. Tuvo en su vida un sublime querer un sueño de bonanza. Quiso con el alma, con ternura, con la dulce fe de su esperanza. Y en aquel cariño, todo lleno de bondad, mostró sus sentimientos. Nadie pudo amar con tal fervor, qué noble y puro fue su amor. La Galarcita ya se nos fue, triste quedó Palermo sin su flor. Sin el calor de sus canciones ¿quién olvidarla podrá, señor? Pobre recuerdo blanco de un querer de un gran querer, lleno de sol.
English translation
She was born in Palermo, the little blonde, she was as pretty as a flower. And they called her "La Galarcita" (The little Galarita) in that neighborhood, with great love. Her green eyes brought glory the sweet glory of an emotion, everyone carries her in their memory because she was the queen of illusion. She had in her life a sublime desire a dream of bonanza. She loved with her soul, with tenderness, with the sweet faith of her hope. And in that affection, all full of kindness, he showed his feelings. No one could love with such fervor, how noble and pure was his love. La Galarcita is gone, sad Palermo was left without her flower. Without the warmth of her songs who can forget her, sir? Poor white memory of a love of a great love, full of sunshine.