Lamento Guajiro

I can't believe, I don't want to think that my black woman is gone
If she left me, what am I going to do?
If she left me, buddy, what am I going to do?

She will have to wash, she will have to iron
Alone in my nights, buddy, I will cry
Oh! She left, buddy, and what are you going to do?

The same thing my dad did in January
My grandfather did it in 1800
My mom closed her eyes forever
She said: There's no hope, I don't expect failure
I have the harvest almost in my arms
And there are five children I hold dear
Above all, let them imitate my song
May there be no wind against their sorrows
May they sow the sugarcane with good measure
May they pray forever even if there's no novena
That in this world there are bad and good things
And being good is like a sentence
That's why my life is full of sorrows

Unfair that the poor are always on the ground
But it's the fault of those who believe everything
Doors that one sees without touching close to them
Money opens them no matter how tough they are
That's why no one will stand in my way
No matter how gray the day dawns, it will be whole
I will challenge the Sun shining in the estuary
I forge my own luck as I never wait for it
Anxieties, illusions will be passing
Because I'm determined on my path
Heading north, I seek my destiny

Guajiro lament, oh, oh there in the fields
If you only knew, buddy

I am a guajiro and I live off the land, I am a guajiro
Street cries
Hey! Gentlemen, it was in December when I was in my field
My beloved left forever, the sorrow remained in my lament
Do you realize why I suffer, do you realize why I cry?
I have to have the strength to forget what I love the most