El Aguajal
Rodolfo Aicardi
The Swamp
If they left without a goodbye, let them go let them go...
(Repeat)
There are loves, there are affections, all of them traitors
There are loves, there are affections, all of them liars
The swamp of that place only knows my sufferings...
The papaya grove of that place only knows my torments
I call here, I call there, without anyone answering me...
I look here, I look there, because no one appears...
If they left without a goodbye, let them go let them go...
(Repeat)
There are loves, there are affections, all of them traitors
There are loves, there are affections, all of them liars
The swamp of that place only knows my sufferings...
The papaya grove of that place only knows my torments
I call here, I call there, without anyone answering me...
I look here, I look there, because no one appears
