La Bocina
Jaime Ley
The Horn
I will live in the countryside
In the sad countryside
Where horns sound
That I played
What beautiful days I spent with her
Because I loved her with all tenderness
For her I cried
For her I cried
That's why traveler
If you happen to find her
Tell her that without her
I no longer exist
Because for the Indian his horn is enough
That plays and echoes when the Sun dies
When the Sun dies
When the Sun dies
I will live in the countryside
In the sad countryside
Where horns sound
That I played
What beautiful days I spent with her
Because I loved her with all tenderness
For her I cried
For her I cried
That's why traveler
If you happen to find her
Tell her that without her
I no longer exist
Because for the Indian his horn is enough
That plays and echoes when the Sun dies
When the Sun dies
When the Sun dies
Ladies and gentlemen
This is Jaime Ley and his new group
