La Canción Del Contrabandista

I bring you fine silk,
the tobacco and the coffee,
a rose without thorns,
a pilgrim pearl,
a perfume and a lantern.

I bring you against the law,
barley moonshine
served to the king,
tortoiseshell hair combs
and nickel-plated needles.

I carry your name written
through the mountains of the moon.
How can it be a crime,
in this cursed world,
to love you like no other?

I bring you the cold and the dream
shivering in my shirt:
the steps are smaller
when fear takes over,
the bigger the rush.

I bring you the lightning's light,
warning of stabbings,
the roosters' threat,
the relentless races
and the pain through the valleys.

I carry my wounded love
in my furtive heart.
Cursed if I go captive:
the blood of the fugitive
does not recognize prison!