El Violin de Becho

Becho plays the violin in the orchestra
A kid's face without a teacher
And the orchestra's no good, it doesn't have
More than a single violin that hurts
Because Becho feels the pain of violins
That are like his little loves
Becho wants a violin that’s a man
And that doesn’t name love or pain

Becho has a violin that doesn’t love
But he feels that the violin calls him
At night, like a regretful soul
He falls back in love with that sad sound
Brown wooden butterfly
Child violin that gets desperate
When Becho doesn’t play and calms down
He feels the violin sounding in his soul

Life and death, violin, father and mother
The violin sings and Becho is the air
He can’t play in the orchestra anymore
Because loving and singing comes at a cost