Ausencia Sentimental

The festival is starting, they came to invite me.
Now the provincials who study with me are leaving,
Yesterday afternoon when they returned, I preferred to refuse,
So I wouldn't have to tell anyone my reasons,
I'm dying to go and it's my duty to stay,
I stay in the capital because of fate.

Because my parents' means are so humble
They give me to come and return in December
Locked up trembling, I wrote some lines
Detailing my sadness, my sentimental absence.

Bring me reasons,
I asked my classmates to bring me
The anecdotes and new stories,
Which are customs from there
Lines for my parents
Telling them how much I remember them
My girlfriend and those friends
I usually hang out with.

To avoid distress, I dare not listen to the radio
If the mango is in the square anyway
If Maestro Escalona attended
If Toño Salas came down from the plan
What happened? And here I am but my soul is there.

Who has never been absent has not suffered from hangover
There are things that you don't know until you experience them
I think I hear in the air a well-played stroll
I deliriously wait for someone to call me from the valley
I picture Mono Fragoso improvising with someone
How much I long for the party at Castro Monsalvo.

To find out if this year was also the same
If the country folk attended in the name of my region
If Dr. López was invited, Doña Consuelo
And which groups were there, which kz was better.

But I return to the valley,
I go to Hurtado and meet everyone
And I go to the gardens of Ecce Homo
I want to visit Hector
I see my black soul
Who waits for the absent one in the distance
Who perseveres firmly above all
My mom's delight.

There are good women here, it's absurd to deny it
But Cesar hasn't seen them
Marquezote nor Guatapurí
They haven't seen the early mornings arrive
And you have, every time I was going to serenade you.