Mis Laureles

Jorgen fernando guerrero
With warrior feeling
My laurels

Four sad melodies let your strings cry
Give me a savannah tone to sing my laurels
With the fruits of my life after cruel moments
But they are necessary for one to grab the rails

While I watch it grow and flourish, I savor the sweetness
And sweeten my feelings that are the canvas where I anchor my brushes
And I aspire through divine north god to maintain these levels
Patient and persevering always moving forward fulfilling my roles

When I see the gray afternoon coming in the grasslands
I think that the past times will never be the same
As much as I worked, I worked to earn the reals
In winter, I struggled with the mud of terronal summers

With the gordo and doña carmen, may my primordial loves rest in peace
They instilled in me good principles that have been fundamental
And that has led me to conduct myself through this life with monumental steps
Overcoming vicissitudes and solving my personal problems

Cursed be those times of youthful years
When the drum of love moved in feverish waters
How many ports remained and those subtle glances
Silently sobbed as if bidding farewell to April

There will be my laurels, in the meantime I will try to conduct myself
Like the veteran warrior in this plain guarding the senile days
There I leave you my strategy, my maps, and my rifles
The day I die, may a holy word be placed on Achilles