A Suncho Corral

Through the shadow of oblivion life is burning me
Like a tree of ashes that ignites splinter flowers

And from memory I become a gray path of silence
Dusty road that gets lost in the manes of time

The night has turned into sand upon the color of the dunes
And a bird of hope flies in my naked sorrow

Sleeping moon in the water, town of Suncho Corral
Nostalgia of old thistles that sometimes make me cry

Mud chango and barefoot road, devil of the mountain
The earth is a sadness lost on the horizon

Who lit the vidala for you, town of Sun in the water?
All the clamor of the boxes searches for you by the salty

The night has turned into sand upon the color of the dunes
And a bird of hope flies in my naked sorrow

Sleeping moon in the water, town of Suncho Corral
Nostalgia of old thistles that sometimes make me cry