Canta Cardenal

Dense mountain
Of my heart
Tilled land
Without its warmth

I serve sweetly, the cardinal
On his chest
The loneliness

Thick brush, his walk
Slow paths
Will not return

Pretty darling
Don't suffer anymore
Sang joyfully
The cardinal

Tender Arucho, a dawn
Cried alone
His sunset

Fresh rain, the spring
Washes away the sorrows
With its song

Sing joyfully, in my willow grove
On his chest
The power to love

Pretty darling
Don't suffer anymore
Sang joyfully
The cardinal