Chucho malherido

I started at dawn
and kept going until the sun fled.
(Jairo howls)
Days later, I still don't know
if I managed to write a love song.

I returned home,
said: 'Mother, is the war over?'
'No, son, no, and it will continue
long after you die.'
I thought I had found myself
and was even more lost.
I started limping like a wounded pooch.

And I went against you,
betrayed my family.
I was a newspaper with
only bad news.
I would never blame you,
I would have left too.
Why not abandon
a wounded pooch?

So I went to my church to pray.
I asked Saint Alfaro:
'Is there anything I can do
to cleanse my sins?'
He kindly answered me
with the most beautiful bark
that a wounded dog has ever heard.
(Nacho whistles)

And I want you to know
that it's not the bad life
that kills me.
No, it's the whole life.
All, all, all of it.

And on the day of my funeral,
if my lovers come,
tell them for once
to dress elegantly.
That a little decorum
is all I ask
for the sad ending of the wounded pooch.

And if I leave debts, say
write them in the sand.
The tide will know
how to settle them all.
They mistook me for human,
what does it matter, if forgetfulness
doesn't distinguish between men and wounded pooches.

Years will pass,
you will have forgotten me.
Although if it were up to me,
I hope that from time to time
you remember how much
a clumsy, foolish, and wounded pooch
has loved you.
Because he has loved you.
Yes, he has loved you.
He has loved you!