El Aguajal

If she left without a goodbye
let her go, let her go

If she left without a goodbye
let her go, let her go

There are loves, there are affections
all of them traitorous

There are loves, there are affections
all of them deceitful

The swamp of this place
only knows my torment

The papaya grove of this place
only knows my suffering

I call here, I call there
but nobody answers me

I look here, I look there
but nobody appears