Me Voy Del Pago Me Dijo

I'm leaving the payment he told me
There is time to do nothing here
What I collected in these years
It is not having hope

I would like this displeasure
That stuck in his throat
Try to hide it
And don't pass it on to mom

She has been there for a long time
Knowing what embraces me
And every time he talks to me
Put honey in the word

She has the habit
To guess what happens
When he sees me pensive
Or when I avoid looking at her

He knows that I am giving up the reins
Just so I don't leave her
And there is a plea in the yokes
From his clenched hands

What they tell me in silence
My child, don't go!
And his mouth goes dry
And her tears run cold

I've seen her brush against my clothes
With his silver finger
And press against his chest
That white shirt

What did you do for me on Sundays?
While I was killing you
Each button was a kiss
For the sake of my mornings!

I know she is knowing
For a while now my cravings
To go anywhere
Ande satisfy my desires

To see what's on the other side
Of finding work and tiring them out
To these hands that only
From cutting weeds they get stuck

I'm leaving the payment! he told me
And I wallowed in rage
To remember that day
I left home!

Also like this time
The lark did not sing
And the afternoon had omens
Like thrushes in flocks

It was a red January day
Where the Sun was transformed
In a poncho of air and fire
Where the cicadas burned

I didn't have a horse
I went kicking the branches
That fell to the edge
Of an old willow without water

And when I looked back
I didn't even see the acacias anymore
Nor does the willow ever walk
I woke up a guitar

I'm leaving, I said too
Same, the tone and the eagerness
To stay a little longer
Just like him, Just like Tata

Life turns around
Round and concealed
Until the last one I'm leaving!
That nothing is of any use!

I'm leaving the payment! he told me
And I wallowed in rage
To remember that day
I left home!