Troncos Viejos
Guachupé
Old Trunks
Sometimes I used to tell you stories full of colors and others not,
They were just a stupid I love you.
We used to laugh at people,
At their fashion, their routine, at the project of their lives.
But your life took a very different path
Than what we had planned,
Something had to happen.
You became indifferent,
Nothing was enough,
And you had to fail ours.
And I have stories to tell you,
To get this through,
Go dream together in another place.
And even though I don't have money,
You won't know how much I love you,
But understand that I don't want to change, can't you see that.
We could have breakfast,
With the hard bread
And go to the fair to buy.
But destiny was cruel,
It changed our path,
Because all good things must come to an end.
And now I'm going around in circles all day,
The routine dominates me,
And I can't stand this anymore.
I can't find any meaning,
Walking alone is boring,
I just want to understand why you're leaving.
And today I find out,
That your life has changed,
And this can't go on.
And today I have to accept,
Tell me why you left,
And you're no longer by my side.
And I have stories to tell you,
To get this through,
Go dream together in another place.
And even though I don't have money,
You won't know how much I love you,
But understand that I don't want to change, can't you see that.