Como Todas

Listen to the girl, she cries because the gaucho
went to the lands where he won't return
and she's been left alone, like a stray sheep
without even a dog to watch over her
I don't feel sorry for her sorrow, which must be fake
I feel for the gaucho who left forever
If it became true, that you loved him
and that he only wanted to see himself in your eyes
Because if it happened that way, when even to his grave
the echoes of your crazy laughter reach him
he will feel that the ice, from your infamous forgetfulness
is colder than the ice of death itself
And he'll feel through the mouth of some evil light
that you're already looking for someone to console you
To have it written, as you've had him
doing what all women do
And when he sees himself in the hole, bathed and blameless
unable to call you and yearn for your comfort
the light of some eyes, for his blind eyes
and the warmth of a bosom, for his frozen forehead
he will feel the rage, unleashed and crazy
of the wild horse tied to the post
when the horseflies tighten his back
and neither the mane nor the bridle break
Listen to the girl, she cries because the gaucho
went to the lands where he won't return
and she's been left alone, like a stray sheep
without even a dog to watch over her
I don't feel sorry for her sorrow, which must be fake
I feel for the poor gaucho who left forever
Because I know how sad it is to be alone
when you have loved as a gaucho loves.