Historia De Mate Cosido

Sitting among woods
And flowers fall
The flame of tobacco
And the cross of the boats
Far away when they leave
The church the buddies
Sit down to play
In the Sun
A party uphill
There was last night and on the corner
It dawned raining

Sitting among woods
And the flowers fall
The flame of tobacco
And the cross of the boats
If the lights of this town
Ask you how I died
Tell them: You don't know
My revolver, my jacket
My axe, my trap
My old dogs, my record
You have to be prepared
One day the boat will arrive
I will stay so calm
I will change my shirt
And my dagger
So that an officer writes
In the departure report, a drowning
He will earn a promotion
As a family man
So that an officer writes
In the departure report, a drowning
He will tell it on guard, that he did not tremble
So that the river stops
At the appointed time, it will come
Like a stab
Like one more hand