Los Retoños Del Laurel

I see you the same as yesterday from the good view estuary
Through this old path from the cubarro to the lechemiel
I walk, treading memories that beat in my temples
Looking for the offshoots of my Laurel in this plain

In the waters of the rosary, I let the horse drink
There I looked towards the trompillos and that manirital
Which in the August overflows its noble and tasty fruit
Served me to eat when I cleared thorns
Next to my brother Manuel

Today, seeing you lonely, I feel like running
Through this savannah plain as I used to ride my horse
A rucio garza morena, a horse of good breed
But I will never see him again
They told me he had died when I asked about him

Neighborhood, neighborhood, my dear lechemiel
I never forget those dances they held at Miguel's
Where Silvinio and Emilio, cockfights as well
In love and singing, I drank the dawn

I hear distant thunder that fades away
The downpours arrived because it stopped raining
The gales have gone and even the caponunales
Begin to decline, pure mud and landslides
Are seen across my plain

With the harshness of summer, the old cow Merey
Died stuck in a well near the embankment
My horse has become thin
I hope in May it will turn green again
So that the offshoots of the Laurel don't dry up