Se Volvió a Rasca El Guerrero

Around here I am, dawn broke with pampero
What a good joke, my God, the warrior scratched again
One more drink for a tiger and a leaf for a bachaquero
And to those who criticize and denigrate, I understand and consider them

The one I will never forgive, not even crazy, is the bartender
If he doesn't sell me another bottle of something to clear the hangover
I'm heartbroken and singing is what I want
To dispel the anguish that fills my songbook

What good was it to love such an adventurous being
Who hasn't known how to value this sincere heart
How could he stab me with that steel dagger
Throwing me into abandonment like trash in a dumpster
That's not how you sheathe a man so kind and humble

Thunder from Capanaparo scaring travelers
Let the weather change and the downpour come
I want to drown my hangover and flood my despair
I carry a fire inside me, the embers are burning me

Here I go, lost without direction or destination
With a half-empty bottle and a hiccup as a companion
Stumbling and singing my sorrowful passage
Bidding farewell with tears to the winter months

November, tell December to tell January
That maybe the February bugs won't bite me
And if they do bite, they won't find blood in my skin
Because a cruel treacherous love has already drained me
For that and many reasons, the warrior scratched again