El Aguacate

You are my Love
My joy and my treasure
my only charm
and my illusion

Come calm my ills
Woman, don't be so fickle
Don't forget the one who suffers and cries
for your passion

I will give you
My faith, my love
All my illusions of yours are
But you won't forget
To the unfortunate man who adored you
To the poor being that one day was
Your charm, your greatest desire
and your illusion