Un Guayabo Pequeñito

I'm going to stand in the shade under this guaratarito
Because I come suffocated from the sun of the endless plain
I have a thorn in my soul, not a burr or a little thorn
But the sting of a tiny little hangover
Not like the one from some time ago that lasted over a month

But I'm going to release the brake on my little horse
I adjust the saddle so it can eat for a while
I lay down on the blanket while I rest and meditate
Listening to the lapi lapi when the dog drinks water

After the dances are over, a quiet pain remains
And more so when one wakes up at night with a little affection
But the one that touched me this morning, in the dark
To bid me farewell, called me over there alone
She said, 'I enjoyed your very folkloric singing'

Take as a reward my hugs and kisses
But this ends here, I don't remember if I've seen you
My family has pedigree, forgive me, singer
I have my official boyfriend, and you? And you are a poor man

I have four fingers of cane left in this little bottle
Those will be enough to get out of the maze
I will continue my path little by little, trochandito
And there in the sand of the stream, I will leave your name written
And I will do whatever is possible to remember it beautifully

Goodbye my dear plain, I'm leaving singing softly
So that this hangover dies when my liter runs out
I believe that the day I was born, when I gave my first cry
Life gave me a kick that left me knocked down