El Niño de Guatemala
El Cuarteto de Nos
The Boy From Guatemala
I want in the shadow of a wing
Sing this blooming tale
Of the child of Guatemala
A humble servant
Who in the shadow of a wing
In other words, under a plane
Of the child of Guatemala
I sing this sad song
She remains ignorant
From the torrent of passion
Like a herd of elephants
Shake my heart
The child from Guatemala
The one who died of heat
Embraced by the flames
Of a terrible passion
He entered the river in the afternoon
The doctor took him out dead
They say he died of cold
I know it was of heat
And she ignores how sincere
It is the torrent of passion
What a bunch of poggers
Shake my heart
I could never tell you
What I feel for you
I am a very shy boy
With problems of expression
And that's why I decided
Write you this song
I wrote very beautiful rhymes
In which I made rhyme She
With fascinating stars
And with Santiago Tavella
But among so many beautiful things
I forgot to include her name
And she remains ignorant
From the torrent of passion
Like a herd of elephants
Shake my heart
