La Alejada
El Chaqueño Palavecino
The Distant One
What will it be that for the carnival
when the drums sound, without being asked, I want to sing.
I keep wanting to love you
looking for some eyes that don't want to sympathize.
Don't make love cry anymore
and to console it, give it a bud from your rosebush.
Carnival take my heart
hit it like a drum, say that a poor one of love has died.
Where will I go just by naming you
even in the darkest night, the evening star says I will find you.
