Me Voy Del Pago Me Dijo

I'm leaving the town he told me
here there's time to do nothing
what I gathered in these years
is to have no hopes.

I wish that this disgust
that got stuck in his throat
to try to hide it
and not pass it on to mom.

She has been knowing for a long time
what embraces me
and every time she speaks to me
she puts honey in her words.

She has the habit
to guess what's going on
when she sees me pensive
or when I avoid looking at her.

She knows that I hold back the reins
just to not let her go
and there's a plea in the reins
of her tight hands.

They tell me in silence
my child... don't go!
and her mouth dries up
and tears freeze.

I've seen her touch my clothes
with her silver finger
and hold against her chest
that white shirt.

That she made for me for Sundays
while I was chatting with you
each button was a kiss
for the buttonhole of my mornings!

I know she's been knowing
for a while my desires
to go out to any place
to satisfy my desires.

To see what's on the other side
to find work and tire out
these hands that only
get calloused from cutting weeds.

-'I'm leaving the town!' he told me
and I rolled in anger
remembering that day
when I left the houses!

Also, like this time
the calandria wasn't singing
and the afternoon had 'holes'
like thrushes in flocks.

It was a red January day
where the sun turned into
a fire and air poncho
where the cicadas burned.

I didn't have a horse
I went kicking the branches
that fell on the edge
of an old dry riverbed.

And when I looked back
I didn't see the acacias
or the willow where once
I woke up a guitar.

-'I'm leaving,' I said too
the same tone and desires
to stay a little longer
just like him... just like Tata.

Life takes the turn
round and disguised
until the last 'I'm leaving!'
that nothing is worth anything!

-'I'm leaving the town!' he told me
and I rolled in anger
remembering that day
when I left the houses!