I'll look for your second link.

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I didn't know the little feathered ones at San Juan Capistrano are known as Golondrinas. Thanks.

Where are you going, black winged swallow?
Flying so high in the sky
Take me to the summit with you
for I want to say farewell from there
to my love

Oh, swallow
of Spring
I wish I could fly as well
how good it would be
o swallow
to fly away as well

Andorinha de asa negra aonde vais ?
Que andas a voar tão alta
Leva-me ao céu contigo, vá
Qu´eu lá de cima digo adeus
ao meu amor
Ó Andorinha
da Primavera
Ai quem me dera também voar
Que bom que era
Ó Andorinha
na Primavera
também voar

A respite?

nt

by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (1836-1870), from Rimas, no. 53

The dark swallows will return
To your balcony to hang their nests
And again with their wings at your window
will playfully knock.

But those who stayed their flight
While contemplating your beauty and my happiness;
Those who learned our names,
Those…., will not return

The dense honeysuckle will again
Climb up the walls of your garden
And again in the evening, even more beautiful,
Will open Its flowers

But those pools of dew
Whose drops we would watch as they trembled
And fall as the tears of the day…
Those…., Will not return!

Your ears will hear love's return
Passionate words to resound;
Your heart, from a deep sleep
Perhaps will awake.

But dumb and absorbed and on their knees
As one adores God before his altar
As I have loved you…, Don’t fool yourself
No one can love you thus!

(presented above with slight corrections from source below)

http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=29146

And perhaps stay with me for good, leaving our native México.

The swallow is a powerful symbol of exile in our culture.