Vidala para mi sombra

(Vidala)

Sometimes I follow my shadow
Sometimes it comes behind
Poor thing if I die
Who is he going to hang out with?

Flat and quiet
Where you can find
Another shadow companion
May he suffer equally

It's not that my wine is spilled
I pour it out with intention
My shadow drinks and life
It's both of them

Sombrita take good care of me
What I have to leave
When I get wet all the way inside
The darkness