Trago Amargo

Come closer to the fire, old lady by my side
And light a cimarrón so it lasts long
Get rid of that splinter, the fire has gone out
Stir up that ember and pour me a bitter drink

Reach for that guitar with dusty strings
That she kissed so many times on its fretboard
And tear off the ribbon where the heartless one
Embroidered with her deceit my gaucho heart

You remember her, dear mother
How I loved her, how I loved her
I put my life, my dagger, and my cloak
And yet, mother, the ungrateful one left
Put out that firewood, it hurts my sight
My eyes cry, I don't know why
Because I want to forget her, drowning in cane
And I want to be close, close to you

Don't cry, holy mother, don't increase my sorrow
And dry those tears that hurt me so much
And pour me another bitter drink and add mint
And while I put another muzzle on the cane
Later when the bitters diminish in the night
And the sound of the prayer is heard in the distance
Bow to the virgin of the forsaken
And place a black ribbon on my poor guitar

You remember her, dear mother