Mateando Con La Vida

With my string of trills I would like to arrive, brother
To that sacred place where life begins
And welcome you with a double from the land

From there to be your friend, share with you my wheat
My guitar and the destiny of a lover of the wind
I want to bring to your dreams the sweet embrace of wine

I want to immerse myself in your silence to grow with your shout
As a fisherman in the river or a lumberjack in the sawmill
When the blood is not enough for the wheat and bread of your children

I have a tree, sun, and crickets, and a courtyard inside my chest
Where the feeling drinks mate and in that hearth of life
The joy of giving what little I have strums

I'm singing, countryman, that you bring a new star
For the men who dream, to offer it to your child
Or hang it on the roads that sing the folk songs

And I want to tell you, buddy, that if you don't bring hope
If you give nothing like that, oh, don't curse your luck
When the angel of death is hovering around your pillow

According to your human stature will be the footprint you leave
There are those who are born and grow with a destiny of shadow
And when the light appears, without leaving traces, it dies

I have a tree, sun, and crickets, and a courtyard inside my chest
Where the feeling drinks mate and in that hearth of life
The joy of giving what little I have