Chacarera Para Mi Voz

I don't know what's wrong with my voice that sounds so out of tune
As if the soul of the vidala were walking in it

Struggling to reach the tones of my guitar
It leans into the macho shout that rises through my throat

Rough to start, then I can't keep it quiet
Singing my poor verse, little by little it calms down

Oh, life, I wish I could leave it when I die
Braided among the chords of my sorrowful guitar

I don't know what's wrong with my voice that sometimes sounds so sad
When it speaks of things gone and remembers other times

For hatred and love, its accent has mystery
It becomes so tender and sweet when it says I love you

May my voice never speak a word that causes harm
May it be like fresh water that soothes for those who suffer

Oh, life, I wish I could leave it when I die
Braided among the chords of my sorrowful guitar