La Pedro Cáceres

What’s going on in my soul? What’s wrong with me, oh my!?
I can’t find peace since the day I saw her.

They keep me from seeing her, can they really do that?
They can’t stop me from loving her, they never could and never will.

Don’t think that not seeing her means my love has faded.
I warn you, I’m persistent; what I want, I don’t forget.

The Barranquilla violin plays, and the memories hurt me.
Come and give me some comfort, violin of Pedro Cáceres.

I want to say it but I don’t, I’m stuck in saying nothing.
I want to love but I don’t, I’m caught in wanting to love.

A poor man can’t win love, that’s what reason says.
If you’ve got nothing to give, you can’t come asking.

Life’s like a stream that’s gonna lose itself in the sea.
Today it crosses fields of flowers, tomorrow it’s a dry wasteland.

The Barranquilla violin plays, and the memories hurt me.
Come and give me some comfort, violin of Pedro Cáceres.