Mi Golondrina
Lola Beltran Lyrics
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Dejo su nido
Triste y vacio
No se porque
Hay si la miras
Diosito santo
Le pido a usted
Que me lo cuide
Porque va herido
Yo bien lo se
Mi golondrina, mi golondrina
Porque se fue
Yo estaba sola
Y estaba triste
Lo lastime
Hay si lo miras
Diosito santo
Le imploro a usted
Que me lo traiga
Porque va herido
Yo bien lo se
Mi golondrina, mi golondrina
Porque se fue
Yo estaba sola
Y estaba triste
Lo lastime
Hay si lo miras
Diosito santo
Le imploro a usted
Que me lo traiga
Porque va herido
Yo bien lo se
Diosito santo, diosito mio
The lyrics of Lola Beltrán's song "Mi Golondrina" express the singer's sorrow and longing for a lost love. The metaphorical use of the bird, or "golondrina," represents the loved one who has left, leaving behind an empty nest and a broken heart. The singer implores God to watch over and protect the departed lover, acknowledging that they have left with wounds inflicted by her own actions.
The repetition of the lines "mi golondrina, mi golondrina, porque se fue," emphasizes the pain and confusion of losing someone cherished. The singer suggests that she may have been the cause of the separation, as she laments "lo lastime," or "I hurt him." She begs for his return, promising to care for him and nurses him back to health.
Overall, "Mi Golondrina" is a heart-wrenching ballad that explores themes of love, loss, and regret. It is both a tribute to the power of love and a warning of the pain that comes with losing it.
Line by Line Meaning
Mi Golondrina, mi golondrina a donde fue,
My swallow, my swallow, where did you go?
Dejo su nido
You left your nest
Triste y vacio
Sad and empty
No se porque
I don't know why
Hay si la miras
If you look at her
Diosito santo
Holy God
Le pido a usted
I ask of you
Que me lo cuide
Take care of her for me
Porque va herido
Because she is wounded
Yo bien lo se
I know it well
Mi golondrina, mi golondrina
My swallow, my swallow
Porque se fue
Why did you leave?
Yo estaba sola
I was alone
Y estaba triste
And I was sad
Lo lastime
I hurt you
Hay si lo miras
If you look at him
Le imploro a usted
I beg of you
Que me lo traiga
Bring him back to me
Porque va herido
Because he is wounded
Yo bien lo se
I know it well
Diosito santo, diosito mio
Holy God, my God
Writer(s): Irene Ruth Pintor Gonzalez
Contributed by Jayden C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.