Milonga del solitario

I like it from time to time
Losing myself in a drone
Because I see strumming
That I don't even command myself
The strings are in order
The course of thought
And in the slow trot
From a country milonga
He is going out into the field
The best of feeling

No one should think
I come for revenge
It's not my fault if on the court
I have something to gallop with
Whoever wants to beat me
You must bring a good partner
I'll take my hat off
Because that's how they taught me
And I consider myself well paid
Coming in behind the first one

Always in a low voice
Because I can't find myself screaming
Scream while riding a horse
If I have swung in the rod
But trying a verse
Wherever there are setbacks
I barely raise my voice
To sing slowly
The one who starts screaming
He doesn't listen to his own song

If death betrays
He pins me down to his palenque
Give me two whips
The cross for my bedside
If I die in my burrow
Looking at the horizons
I don't want crosses or preparations
No commissions for the Eternal
Maybe after winter
May the mountain give me its flowers

I have been singing all night long
With a shaken soul
The song is the open wound
From a sacred feeling
I have no one by my side
Because he did not seek mercy
I despise charity
For the shame that it contains
I am like the lion of the mountains
I live and die in solitude