Maris ondas, muntañas altas, me lo izieron viajar, lo yevaron al me kerido, me lo izieron olvidar. Buenos Aires ya se abrió, mansebos ya no deshó, premero fue el me kerido ke se fue y me deshó. Buenos Aires es ermozo para ken dize el aver ayá se fue el mi kerido ke se va a azer un merkader. Ven, kerida y ven te rogo, ven al bodre de la mar, aí te kontare mis males, ke te metas a yorar, Aman, del amor.
Seas, waves, high mountains, made me travel, they took away my beloved, they made me forget him. Buenos Aires has opened up, it left no young men behind. The first was my beloved, who went away and left me. Buenos Aires is beautiful for the one who speaks of wealth. There went my beloved, who is going to become a merchant. Come, my dear, I beg you, come to the shore of the sea. There I will tell you my sorrows, so that you will begin to weep. Ah, for love.
Jerusalem National Sound Archives placement: Y7900/8
This song is a lament of separation caused by migration. The singer mourns her beloved, who has left for Buenos Aires in search of wealth, expressing sorrow, longing, and the emotional pain of distance while hoping to share her grief with him once more.
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