Querencia

She was a beauty, the girl
And my homeland was beautiful
And that life was lovely
Lived there in her arms
But women, my friend
Have the devil in their bodies
And one day the devil came
Riding a bay horse
And my girl, buddy
Fled from my poor ranch

I entrusted them to chase them
On the hooves of my bay horse
And in the embrace of that mountain
I caught up with the villains
Knife against knife
Right there we attacked each other
We wounded each other several times
But my arm was injured
My sight was lost in blood
And there I lay among the grass

And now I tell you, partner
That longing pulls me
But I don't want to go back
Because I'm ashamed
I'm worn out like a dog
Licking my wounds
I was bad with the knife
And I lost that fight
But you don't know, my friend
What longing pulls