Tardes Grises de Junio
Jorge Guerrero
Gray June Afternoons
The gray afternoons of June
The Sun does not leave a reflection
Today the full moon caught me
With the thought far away
Blessed aguaita path
Guardian of the old trail
I don't cry for my destiny
Sobbing is why I leave
The noble palm ranch
With all its equipment
Things that I carry in my soul
And with them I find myself
The memory of my father
Man of even temper
And the great love of my mother
His tenderness and his advice
In June a sunset
I rode a horse on the fence
I went out in search of a love
that I carried between my eyebrows
As usually happens
Life is never even
I never found that woman again
That's why my soul complains
The march was sad and long
I come back and I can't find my old lady
Goodbye pretty passion fruit flower
Maybe if the pain leaves me
I start the game again
As the afternoon moves away
And so I capsize my life
that is getting old
