Mi Hermano Y Yo
Los Hermanos Zuleta
My Brother And I
For a long time in my mind there existed
An old commitment to compose a song
It was about making a melody
With a few verses, with all my heart
But time is not short yet
And the moment has come to be able to sing
With a beautiful note
With a heartfelt voice
And the desire to cry
With a beautiful note
With a heartfelt voice
And the desire to cry
Because when I hear my sad accordion
I want to laugh and I want to cry
Because when I hear my brother sing
I want a glass full of liquor
I want a moment to forget the pain
Let the sorrows pass and feel happy
By the side of my brother
With whom I have struggled
To be able to live
Many times people don't know
What bitter moments due to folklore
However, I am a tireless man
And I live in love with my poor accordion
Likewise, many great things
Pleasant moments
And times of excess
Of a good party
Next to Andrés Becerra
And next to Poncho Cotes
Perhaps how many nights I have seen
The radiant moon rise in the early morning
Perhaps how many nights without being able to sleep
Sometimes wanting to go to bed
One suffers, enjoys, and lives happily
There are solemn moments and others of agony
And many times sad
And that's what people say
That everything is joy
