Guarango

Ceviche, cajón and porro
Through the hypnotic lines of time
Golden drums for tumbadoras
From Miraflores to San Vicente

Keep it in mind
That the body of a fine ogre
May have failed by your side
But not the soul of a crazy wise man, my friend

The night lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope

That the body of a fine ogre
May have failed by your side
But not the soul of a crazy wise man, my friend

The night lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope

The street lights up
The souls light up
Some pains come out of horror
Of love, hope