Bajo El Azote Del Sol lyrics by Mercedes Sosa. Bajo el azote del sol Está sangrando el verano Mientras la tarde castiga La tristeza de los ranchos. Tirado...
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Bajo el azote del sol
Está sangrando el verano
Mientras la tarde castiga
La tristeza de los ranchos.
Tirado bajo el cebil
El hombre es un perro flaco
Que sube osamenta arriba
Por un rumbo de caranchos.
Mire el humito patrón
Que echa la gente a su lado
Como el horno de carbón
Tienen el fuego tapado.
A la orilla del salí
La luna duerme temprano
Por que las noches cañeras
Se afilan sueños amargos.
Luna de olla popular
Con los ingenios cerrados
En los trapiches del alma
Tucumán se hace guarapo.
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