El Guajojo

When the rain sings a taquirari
Among the leaves of that motacu
Here very deep overflows my tari
My heart that was relative and south.

Memories and sorrows overflow me
From that good time that never returned
I continue on the trail looking for my star
Because I am good, absence changed me.

Camba moon that never wrote to me
So many promises that no one fulfilled
The rain continues to wet my soul
In each drop a dream drowned.

The wandering guajojo, sorrowful like me
Carries my voice from guapomo to guapomo.