Cante Señor

Why don’t you sing anymore, sir?
The Indian asked slowly
I closed my eyes, didn’t look
Because I was crying
My sorrow, just like yours, sir
The song is washing it away
I took my glass, toasted to him
He spoke with the voice of a sage

Just sing, go ahead, sing, sir
Drink the wine you have
Because sorrows with alcohol
How they fade, they come back

He opened the silence that held his subdued words
That Indian, who had his whole life in letters
He gave me his hand, while softly he said
Just sing, go ahead, sing, sir

Just sing, go ahead, sing, sir
Drink the wine you have
Because sorrows with alcohol
How they fade, they come back
Because sorrows with alcohol
How they fade, they come back