Queja
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Complaint
To all you sad souls in life
A bohemian dedicates his song
Who, without a mother, life allied
Is the one who killed his sad heart
And you know that women
Have given you a love so unreasonable
That they have come to laugh at pleasures
Because only a mother is heart
I know it's not a lie, my friends
Outside of mother, everything is falsehood
I say lies are witness
I, without my mother, the only truth
That's why I drink so immoderately
For I expect nothing from life anymore
But give me another drink, bartender
I want to drown the sadness of my life
But I want to cry, I'm not a boy
I'm not old either, don't be surprised
Let them see me crying being a man
Being before men, a real man