Coplas Para Un Amigo
Lito Romero
Verses for a Friend
His guitar's made of earth with strings like moons
And there are ancient birds singing in its depths
He's jamming away on his strings, Carlos
With a sweet strum, calling out a chacarera
I saw Santiago's dark skin all riled up
Silencing the wild mountain, listening to his vidalas
Carlos Carabajal, Pablo's singing for you
I'm offering you a sonko in a broken tune, man
The shout of the wild woman bursts from the throat
Carlitos is out there singing to his crew
Horizons light up with crickets and coyotes
When the nights spill out honey and herbs
Made of starlight and wine, I saw him chacarereando
With a waking dream, tearing through the dawn
Carlos Carabajal, Pablo's singing for you
I'm offering you a sonko in a broken tune, man
