A Los Bosques
Los Selectos Orquesta
To the Forests
To the forests I go to cry my loneliness
And the forests answer me, you are paying for what you have done
And the forests answer me, you are paying for what you have done
How do you expect me to forget so soon the harm you have done to me
If every moment I touch my chest, the wound hurts more and more
If every moment I touch my chest, the wound hurts more and more
In the distance, I love you more, with the distance, I adore you more
I would forgive any offense but never forget you, never
I would forgive any offense but never forget you, never
Burst those drums, little horse
Master Olimpo Pincay and his select orchestra
Let's dance, Ecuador
Time is the best remedy that cures all evils
And bad pay is buried in the forests of oblivion
And bad pay is buried in the forests of oblivion
If distance is forgetfulness, it is also a strong memory
When there are traces of love that take time to heal
When there are traces of love that take time to heal
In the distance, I love you more, with the distance, I adore you more
I would forgive any offense but never forget you, never
I would forgive any offense but never forget you, never
Cumbia with Manabita flavor, select
