El Violín de Becho

Becho plays the violin in the orchestra
Childlike face without a teacher
And the orchestra is useless, it doesn't have
More than a single violin that hurts him

Because Becho's violins hurt him
That are like his love, childlike
Becho wants a violin that is manly
That doesn't mention pain and love

Becho has a violin that doesn't love
But he feels that the violin calls him
At night, like a repentant
He loves again that sad sound

Brown wooden butterfly
Child violin that despairs
When Becho plays it and calms down
The violin keeps sounding in his soul

Because Becho's violins hurt him
That are like his love, childlike
Becho wants a violin that is manly
That doesn't mention love and pain

Life and death, violin, father and mother
The violin sings and Becho is the air
He can no longer play in the orchestra
Because loving and singing that costs