La Alejada

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.