La llamadora

I weave a thin whistle
Then I start to cough a verse
I feel like strumming, and I start to sing
And the forms of zambas dominate my ear

The girl I loved in other times
I meet her in the tuning fork
Illusion returns, my heart is kissed
And my accent becomes joyful and sad

Companion of all you treasure
You will be the sound route of my soul
My dream that will roll like me
Through those six directions in my guitar

There's something I would like to achieve
The hope that finally gave me
It's the echo of goodbye that breaks in my voice
And cries to my lover in heartfelt verses

I feel like it and at the same time it unsettles me
The memories that live in me
That's why in songs I gave
My soul as a singer, my passion as a poet

Companion of all you treasure
You will be the sound route of my soul
My dream that will roll like me
Through those six directions in my guitar