Mateando

My compatriot
There goes the mate
Sip it slowly
It's sad to drink mate alone
When old age hits us
That's why, in this conclusion
That came with a shiver
My old empty chest
That once had so many owners
Resonates like an accordion
At the ranch dances

It's not that I lack strength
Or firmness in my grip
Because my old heart
Still vibrates with the past
Who spent pound by pound
Of luck making a fuss
Doesn't keep quiet for being a coward
Nor cries for being stubborn
Laments the true sun
That sets in the evening

It's the longing
That woodworm
That gnaws at us inside
That infernal worm
That bores even the hardest wood
It's the last herd
Of a tormented life

Reaching the end of the road
Realizes in a second
That came and goes from this world
Suffering for nothing in return

It's sad to drink mate alone
In the afternoon or at dawn
Bittering the gathering
Of some past affection

How it hurts to remember the nest
That time took in the flood
But left seeds
Of sadness and bitterness
To relive the tenderness
Of someone who was once ours

That's why my compatriot
I don't drink mate alone
Although the blessed green
Is more than a habit to me
It's my last resource
That I don't give up or let go
And I ask God
Despite the bitterness of my song
To keep in heaven
A saint
As a partner for a bitter mate