La Ronquera
Los Hermanos Toledo
The Hoarseness
From an Atamisqueño violin
Hoarse from nights of singing
I bring to memory
This folk dance
Guitar with hoarse voices
Accompanying me with blood
Gut strings buzzing
And wire trebles
She is the voice of rococo
Over the color of the sunset
Torrent of sweet water
Voice of the rising
My hoarse folk dance
You will be my company
Because hoarse are the verses
Of this sorrow of mine
And hoarse in the voice of the man
Who walks with his lost love
And his singing heart
Mutilated by wine
Very hoarse she gave me her mouth
Hoarse as she knows how to love me
Very hoarse she said to me at the same time
You will have to forget me
Hoarse is the voice of absence
Hoarse is the voice of comfort
Hoarse the goodbye that springs
After your handkerchief
My hoarse folk dance
You will be my company
Because hoarse are the verses
Of this sorrow of mine
