Chamuyo

There is a woman to steal her love
I give her that ring
That she wears on her fist
That hits life
And its enemies
He is a gentleman
A great knight
And a better friend
Inspires respect
Knows about the night
And knows the truth

A scar brings to his memory
The old memories
Party moons
And caravans with good friends
In his long journey
He was also a bird
And flew a thousand nights
Through the white dust
Of the dark road
They saw him pass

The man is a scoundrel
A night boy
A bohemian
An artist in love
With a thousand dreams
The sweet talk of a gentleman
Is a giant
The man is a scoundrel