30 Cartas
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
30 Letters
My little ranch was left abandoned
Since you left, it became very sad, woman
The jacal where we shared love is so lonely
Since I no longer see you
The shadow that the orange tree gave
Where we used to sit and talk about love
With you gone, it started to wither
And dried up just like my heart
You won't come back and your memory
Follows me wherever I go
I suffer looking around, even the fields ask me when you'll return
And I don't know what to answer
Because I don't know if you'll come back, most likely you won't return
30 letters I've sent you and from them
I can't find a single response
Maybe because you haven't read them
Because they don't bring you any satisfaction
You won't come back and your memory
Follows me wherever I go
I suffer looking around, even the fields ask me when you'll return
And I don't know what to answer
Because I don't know if you'll come back, most likely you won't return
And I don't know what to answer, because I don't know if you'll come back
Most likely you won't return
