Pachito

He was a man from my land
From this unique land
Who played his guitar
He liked to party
Everyone called him Pachito
He was a very upright man

He liked his flat
I will listen to your singing
And he carried a serenade
At the doors of your home

The last time that Pachito
I visited was in the pantheon
There were four Syrians there
There it was in his drawer

He was a good man
He was my friend
It was Pachito
It's a song

In the courtyard of his house
A carnation is in bloom
With water from his eyes
Isabel always waters it

With water from his eyes
Isabel always waters it
Her love was Pachito Campo
He remains faithful to him

How beautiful that there are loves
And there are friends like him
His name was Francisco Campo
To whom Manuel sings