Canción para un amigo

I couldn't forget you, my friend
I couldn't get you out of my mind
Or extinguish that growing moon
That shone indifferently
That night on your path

I couldn't forget your melody
Artisan, noble guitar player
Beyond the shovel and the hat
There was a good man hidden
With a voice of melancholy

Flight 403 was called
You prayed the Our Father in farewell
Biting back the anger and sadness
Bravely you put on your seatbelt
And the sun wanted to embrace you that morning
But your last song was already written

I couldn't forget you, my friend
Because time enlarges your memory
Charrúa by ID and birth
Chilean by reason and feeling
Who made a nest in this land

I couldn't forget, I couldn't
The Quixote without armor
Defended his creed and his madness
With a guitar and sheet music
And challenged the night with his life

Flight 403 was called
You prayed the Our Father in farewell
Biting back anger and sadness
Bravely you put on your seatbelt
And the sun wanted to embrace you that morning
But your last song was already written