Duda Morena

Cousin of my bark
Brown doubt that dyed my skin
You know how to appear during the day
Or mess up my hair while I sleep
And then run away

Look singer, look heart
Tell me, piece of unfinished song
Where do you come from
You know how to enter, open and close
You come gathering under your arm
My little sorrows of song

Maybe everything will be a good memory
If oblivion arrives first
For me, there is nothing sweeter
Than your salty water from my river

Oh, believe me, there is no greater limit
For this dreamer
Oh, than a brown doubt
Wrapped in flowers from another spring

To remember you happily, I will have to forget you
Because there is nothing sweeter than you
If oblivion does not come, who will cure this delirium
Of a brown doubt wrapped in flowers from another spring
Of a brown doubt wrapped in flowers from another spring

You come from a distant memory
From a forced exile
With great difficulty, with great difficulty only
And everything your hands touch
Is petrified in time and space

Look singer, look life
Tell me the reason for my days, don't tie yourself
To distant visitors
Who know how to enter, open and close
They come gathering under your arm today
My little sorrows of song

Maybe everything will be a good memory
If oblivion arrives first
For me, there is nothing sweeter
Than your salty water from my river

Oh, believe me, there is no greater limit
For this dreamer
Oh, than a brown doubt
Wrapped in flowers from another spring