Hojarasca

Poor old lady dragging her remains
It drags the trail of its evil
She was twenty years old like everyone else
Today she is old and uncomfortable, she is a fatal shred

Trembling through misery
A hand rests on a miserable cane
And in his gaze he carries who knows what illusion

Oh divine youth that you leave and leave the taste of pain
How many nights sobbing after a champagne drink?
Poor! I have seen it lying around; on a threshold sobbing
Leaf litter that life swirls without faith
On the cold sidewalk, your pain makes its way

Today on the barge of life
She declares herself almost sunk and feels shipwrecked
Next to the slaughterhouse of their sorrows
A lily has died, old age has already arrived
Poor old lady that we found in the streets
Step by step, without family and without home
Nobody's mother, leaves in the wind that drag the city

Oh divine youth that you leave and leave the taste of pain
How many nights sobbing after a champagne drink?
Poor! I have seen it lying around; on a threshold sobbing
Leaves that life swirls without faith On the cold sidewalk, its pain makes its way