Guavira Poty
Terceto Ñamandú
Guavira Flower
My little drum is so hard you play
You know all about my sorrow
I will sing my favorite song
Far away is Guavira Poty
Timbo jero'a on the road
There he seemed to come out standing
My beautiful kamba in her slim clothes
The fragrance of Guavirá Flowers
Gentleman people my wings mopéva
I can fly more fruit than him
Like an orphan child who wants to hurt me
I don't see this Zabala kue anymore
Especially what we miss
At least now it's getting cold
Come my kamba my mongéra friend
Don't be evil Guavira Poty
Don't say I'm far away
This one is going to never come back
Don't look at the world
There is no substitute for a woman
My drum is so hard you play
Wipe away this tear from me
Topi me from the pain I feel
Because I dreamed of Guavira Poty
