And he who has not built a song
On the bank of a river
To see a girl's face on a surface of water
And he who has not led his horse
Between the valleys of freedom..
And he who has not tasted the flavor of local wine
And his eyes overflow with tears of love
He must search for an answer to the question:
Why do I live?
Death is coming, my love
And I hope it comes before we meet
So that my journey behind you remains eternal
Because my horse found a lover and abandoned me
And my dog ​​found his lover and left me
And even the crow that accompanied me
Found his lover and flew to the clouds
And here I am with only my guitar
Crossing the yellow plains
Searching for you
In vain
But with all the happiness of hope..