Mi Vieja Viola
Edmundo Rivero
My Old Guitar
Old garufera and vibrating viola
From my years of partying and drinking
Of the many serenades to the parrot
Who is the owner of my heart
And the horn of the bulin
How abandoned and silent you are
After you were my dream singer!
Who has heard you sound sweet and melodious?
It doesn't say that you are the goddess
From my poor heart
It's that the throat is going away
And fame is pure story
Walking badly and without wind
Everything, everything is over
Today only the memory remains
Of past joys
But these are you, my viola
Until I leave
How many times with the left arm
Taking care of you from the dew I covered you
And even though you found me drunk
Keeping myself in line
I protected you from other drunks
If the years of life compose me
And luck pushes me to get on track
I swear I'll change your staffs
I'm pissed off at the scab
And I make you sound again
It's that the throat is going away
And fame is pure story
Walking badly and without wind
Everything, everything is over
Today only the memory remains
Of past joys
But these are you, my viola
Until I leave
