Humo
José Larralde Lyrics


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El humo de mi cigarro
Se va trepando al silencio
Mientras se arrima n al fuego
Sombran de ajuera y de adentro
El humo de mi cigarro e va trenado al silencio
Tiene mi poncho entuavía
El aroma de su pelo
Y una hebras de esa noche
Enredada entre los fleco
Tiene mi poncho entuavía
El aroma de su pelo
Despacio arrastran la vida
Mi mansa yunta de overo
Como quisiera apurarlo con la picana del tiempo
Despacio arrastra la vida
Mi mansa yunta de overo
Veré su boca entreabierta en el rescoldo del fuego
Cuando se vaya la noche envuelta en sui poncho viejo
Tal vez el tabaco negro me saque el gusto a su beso
Y al florecer en cenizas queme también su recuerdo
El humo de mi cigarro, el humo de mi cigarro
Se va trepando al silencio
Mientras se arriman al fuego
Sombras de ajuera y de adentro
Despacio arrastran la vida
Mi mansa yunta de overo
Como quisiera apurarlo con la picana del tiempo




Despacio arrastra la vida
Mi mansa yunta de overo

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of José Larralde's song "Humo" are a beautiful tribute to the power of memory and the emotions that are carried within it. The song describes the singer smoking his cigarette, with the smoke rising up into the silence that surrounds him. As he sits by the fire, memories of his loved one flood his mind. Her scent lingers on his poncho, and he can still feel the strands of hair from that night tangled in its fringes. The slow pace of his overo yoke seems to mirror the slow march of time, as he wishes he could hurry it along with the prod of his whip. The singer longs to see the woman he loves once again, as he sits by the fire and watches the shadows dance around him.


The song's refrain repeats "El humo de mi cigarro, el humo de mi cigarro, se va trepando al silencio" ("The smoke from my cigarette, the smoke from my cigarette, is rising into the silence") and serves as a powerful reminder of how memories and emotions can be carried within us long after the moments that created them have passed. This song is a beautiful reflection on the power of memory and the way that we carry our loved ones with us even after they are gone.


Line by Line Meaning

El humo de mi cigarro
The smoke from my cigarette


Se va trepando al silencio
Rises up into the silence


Mientras se arrima al fuego
While it draws near to the fire


Sombras de ajuera y de adentro
Shadows from outside and within


El humo de mi cigarro e va trenado al silencio
The smoke from my cigarette trails into the silence


Tiene mi poncho entuavía
My poncho still holds


El aroma de su pelo
The scent of her hair


Y una hebras de esa noche
And strands of that night


Enredada entre los fleco
Entangled among the fringes


Despacio arrastran la vida
Slowly they drag life along


Mi mansa yunta de overo
My gentle team of grays


Como quisiera apurarlo con la picana del tiempo
How I wish to hurry it along with the whip of time


Veré su boca entreabierta en el rescoldo del fuego
I will see her slightly open mouth in the embers of the fire


Cuando se vaya la noche envuelta en sui poncho viejo
When the night wrapped in her old poncho goes away


Tal vez el tabaco negro me saque el gusto a su beso
Maybe the black tobacco will take away the taste of her kiss


Y al florecer en cenizas queme también su recuerdo
And as it blossoms into ashes, it also burns her memory


El humo de mi cigarro, el humo de mi cigarro
The smoke from my cigarette, the smoke from my cigarette


Se va trepando al silencio
Rises up into the silence


Mientras se arriman al fuego
While they draw near to the fire


Sombras de ajuera y de adentro
Shadows from outside and within


Despacio arrastran la vida
Slowly they drag life along


Mi mansa yunta de overo
My gentle team of grays




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LA GRIETA

Una de las mas hermosas canciones que escuche en mi vida

leo leo

Está canción me hace llorar, mientras echo algo de humo en homenaje a don José

Gringo

De Milton Aguilar y Marcelo Berbel. Grande José con la interpretación.

Alexis El millo

Con cuanta nostalgia escucho estos temas de larralde.q grande,gracias a dios x josé larralde

Irma Alcira Cortes

Poetazo, un filosofo de la vida.

LA GRIETA

Lloro porque un dia voy a despertar y con una triste noticia se va a ir una parte de mi. Ojala ese dia no llegue pronto!

adriano39ac

Fuerza amigo...

Chango Cimarrón

Te quiero mucho José!

Serena Dematei

Te amo jose

SENCILLITO Y DE ALPARGATAS

que grande el pampa !!

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