Yo Seré Como La Mimbre
Enrique Morente
I'll Be Like the Wicker
When I sit on my bed
I remember your person
I talk to the walls
And I want them to answer me
Oh, what a drag
Oh, great drag would pass that one
Who has water on their lips
And can't drink it
Even if you don't come back in a thousand years
I'll be like the wicker
That sways in the air
But remains firm
