Los Sabanales
Los Corraleros de Majagual
The Guava Groves
When the afternoon hours arrive
And I find myself so alone and far from you
It makes me want to return to the guava groves
Of those savannahs where I met you
My memories are those landscapes
And I'm painting them exact as they are
I already painted that tree in the courtyard
Where you rest when the sun warms
I live here
Painting the savannah landscape
Because there
Are all my memories
Come, heart come
Come, closer to me
Come to console me, come to accompany me
Come, come to kiss me like that afternoon
Come to console me, come to accompany me
Come, come to kiss me
Like that afternoon I was there
Like that afternoon you kissed me
Like the next day that dawned
Kiss me like you know how to kiss
Like the next day that dawned
Kiss me like you know how to kiss
