Vallenato

Woman who was born in my town, close to the river, facing the mountains
For you, the sea turned into sky under your shadow, Villanuevera
For you, who keeps that fragrance, that tenderness from childhood
For you, who silently cries my sorrows, not yours
Today, I’m dedicating to you the natural spring of a town in my poem
And I’ll guess the nights that spoke of my absence when you left
I know there’s a place for everything to reflect your tears and pain

Then I’ll be quiet because you’re, rightly so, more noble than sincere
I know I have nothing left, just your suffering there, and I bring vanities that aren’t real

I don’t know what sorrows drove me crazy
I don’t know what sorrows I’m singing to you
They must be my sorrows for you, of love
I don’t know if it’s my despair
Could it be that the same memory
Gives me the big conclusion

For you, the sun tastes like wine in the mornings, Villanuevera
For you, who keeps winter, the gentle waters under your brows
I know everything is lost, that the sand surrounds again
I already know that your tomorrow will leave me behind in spring
I know that in front of the world, I’m a man of glass with a transparent soul
I know from your sweet gaze that you can understand what no one else does
Once again, it’s back to the same place to start anew
I know I’ll walk your little path just like my old roads
I already know that nothing is like yesterday
But then an end will come, and a new dawn always arrives

I don’t know what sorrows drove me crazy
I don’t know what sorrows I’m singing to you
They must be my sorrows for you, of love
I don’t know if it’s my despair
Could it be that the same memory
Gives me the big conclusion