Arreando Penas

A rose withered with great pain, with great pain
In the mountain she kept her great love, her great love
In dew the tears arrived, that she shed, that she shed
With the wind comes her voice like a whisper; like a whisper

They say that when it rains in El Quebrachal
The lament of sorrows is heard endlessly

I went far away; far from her love
My withered chest is opening a path

I walk; wanting to arrive
I'm driving away sorrows and can't sing anymore

That dream full of love ended, ended
And the moon of my illusion darkened, darkened
If destiny took her away from me, but she remained, but she remained
The memory she engraved in the mistol, in the mistol

I hope it rains in El Quebrachal
To join my sorrows and ease my sorrow
She waited for me; I couldn't return
To sing my verses that were honey to her

I walk; wanting to arrive
I'm driving away sorrows and can't sing anymore