Perfume de Carnaval
Los Tucu Tucu Lyrics
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La llevaré en mi recuerdo
Bajo un añoso algarrobo
Cortaba el aire un pañuelo
Bailando una vieja zamba
Yo le entregaba mi sueño
El sol quemaba en la tarde
Fantasmas amarillentos
Llenos de tierra y de vida
Y yo rendido a tus ojos
Sintiendo que me querías
Ay, perfume de carnaval
Ya nunca me he de olvidar
Su piel llevaba el aroma
De flor y tierra mojada
Bellos recuerdos que siempre
Los guardo dentro del alma
Hay tiempos donde han quedado
Donde he perdido mis sueños
Quién sabe si ella se acuerda
De un viejo mes de febrero
Y de aquel baile en el campo
Y de mi amor verdadero
No quise decirle nada
La amé en silencio esa tarde
Y sobre sus trenzas negras
Dejé mis coplas sentidas
Me fui llevando sus ojos
Un miércoles de cenizas
Ay, perfume de carnaval
Ya nunca me he de olvidar
Su piel llevaba el aroma
De flor y tierra mojada
Bellos recuerdos que siempre
Los guardo dentro del alma
Los Tucu Tucu's song "Perfume de Carnaval" tells the story of a past love that the singer, who is now alone and only has his luck, can't forget. The song takes us back to a hot summer day, where the young narrator saw a girl dancing an old zamba under a tree. He was so enchanted by her that he gave her his dreams. The scene was filled with the scent of carnival, and he could feel her presence embedded in his soul due to her skin carrying the aroma of flowers and wet soil. The singer couldn't help but feel as though she cared for him too.
He reminisces about that period of his life, the memories that he carries within himself, and how now he has lost it all. Through the years since that day spent with the girl, he wonders if she still remembers the love they shared in the field. It was love that he kept inside because he didn't dare to confess his feelings, and instead, he left her with his heartfelt adrogies. He walked away from her with the scent of carnival embedded in his memory, hoping never to forget the love and the experience they shared.
In conclusion, "Perfume de Carnaval" is a song that tells a story of a sweet memory between two people who shared a love so deep that the singer still remembers it years later. It also notes how the scent of carnival has stuck with him, interpreting the beauty and allure of the carnival environment. Los Tucu Tucu's profound lyrics and the melody express the emotions associated with cherished memories and lost love.
Line by Line Meaning
Me voy solo con mi suerte
I am leaving on my own with only my good fortune to guide me.
La llevaré en mi recuerdo
I will keep it in my memory.
Bajo un añoso algarrobo
Under an old algarrobo tree.
Cortaba el aire un pañuelo
A handkerchief cut through the air.
Bailando una vieja zamba
Dancing an old zamba dance.
Yo le entregaba mi sueño
I gave her my dream.
El sol quemaba en la tarde
The sun was burning in the afternoon.
Siluetas que parecían
Silhouettes that seemed
Fantasmas amarillentos
Yellowish ghosts
Llenos de tierra y de vida
Full of earth and life.
Y yo rendido a tus ojos
And I surrendered to your eyes.
Sintiendo que me querías
Feeling that you loved me.
Ay, perfume de carnaval
Oh, carnival fragrance.
Ya nunca me he de olvidar
I will never forget.
Su piel llevaba el aroma
Her skin carried the fragrance.
De flor y tierra mojada
Of flowers and wet earth.
Bellos recuerdos que siempre
Beautiful memories that always
Los guardo dentro del alma
I keep them inside my soul.
Hay tiempos donde han quedado
There are times when they have remained
Donde he perdido mis sueños
Where I have lost my dreams.
Quién sabe si ella se acuerda
Who knows if she remembers
De un viejo mes de febrero
Of an old February.
Y de aquel baile en el campo
And that dance in the countryside.
Y de mi amor verdadero
And of my true love.
No quise decirle nada
I didn't want to tell her anything.
La amé en silencio esa tarde
I loved her silently that afternoon.
Y sobre sus trenzas negras
And on her black braids.
Dejé mis coplas sentidas
I left my heartfelt verses.
Me fui llevando sus ojos
I left taking her eyes with me.
Un miércoles de cenizas
On an Ash Wednesday.
Contributed by Jack J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@axorgus1
bellos recuerdos q siempre los guardo dentro del alma. gracias a los tucu tucu . principales culpables de este amor que hace tanto pero tanto bien al folclore argentino . gracias!!
@joseespasa81
Lejos la mejor versión!!!! Maestros los tucu!!!
@kriss501shinsong
Recuerdos hermosos de mi infancia! Que hermosoooo 😍
@fabiolaelizabethramos26
la .mejor versión
@carlosrevueltamarti7392
Esta zamba es de Peteco Carabajal que inexplicablemente no aparece en la extensa relación de éxitos del folklore argentino.