Trago Amargo (part. Alberto Echagüe)

Pull up to the fire
Old lady here by my side
And saddle up a wild horse
So it lasts a long time

Stick that splinter in
The fire has gone out
Stir up those embers
And pour a bitter drink

Reach for that guitar
With dusty strings
That she kissed
Its fretboard

And tear off that ribbon
Where the heartless one
Stole with her charms
My cowboy heart

If you remember
White little mother
How much I loved her
How I loved her

That I put my life
My dagger and my cloak
And yet mother
The ungrateful one left

Put out the firewood
That hurts my sight
My eyes cry
I don't know why

Because I want to forget her
Drowning myself in cane
And I want to be close
Close to you

(After)
(When the night)
(Envelops the wetlands)
(And the sound of)
(The call to prayer is heard in the distance)

Bow down
To the virgin of the forsaken
And to my poor guitar
Place a black ribbon