Cigarrito i' Chala
Los Hermanos Toledo
Cigarette in Chala
Of the things that always come back with emotion
I remember the old grandfather smoking alone by the hearth
While enjoying his early morning mate
He lit his cigarette, tobacco in a corn husk, on the ember
Every now and then I would come close to listen
Memories of the adventures of his distant youth
How could I forget the old grandfather by the hearth
Just like his cigarette, always being, it went out
Having his corn husk cigarette to puff
The old grandfather spent long hours in solitude
A leather chair; a mate and nothing else
Frost from the winters saw his life wither
The tenderness in his gestures I never forgot
Kissing it affectionately, I gave him my love
How could I forget the old grandfather by the hearth
Just like his cigarette, always being, it went out
