Guayabo Sin Nombre

The hangover of my life, oh my life
It has no name or time
The truth is that its roots are scars
That show on my chest
And make my days unhappy
Without direction or foundation

My love from when I was a student, my radiant Sun
My Moon and my sky
My drop of holy water, the little rain that wet my deserts
My fritter and wild honey, the flower of my vast plain
One day she left my plain, took the paths to the center
With a handkerchief in her hand
She said to God in silence
I tried to cover her in vain
I was left crying inside
The royal passage of my town
That saw us so happy
Now sees me suffering
With a liter of Bastimento
Drunk and waking up
Half crazy and confused

Life goes on and I continue
Hangover friend with this suffering
Your image goes with me like a punishment
Rubbing against my thoughts
From loving you so much, my feeling ran out
Here I go, dear plain, in pain
Singing my laments to you
With my wandering cuatro on your paths
Like a feather in the wind
Wandering aimlessly, walking but dead
Word is lately
I don't have breakfast or lunch
My dinner is the liter of cane
Accomplice of my laments
I'm not satisfied with anything and I don't sleep when I lie down
Stop singing so sadly, manteco parrot
Look, the river of my tears
Reached March and it's dry
My soul is like a hollow yabruno