Trago Amargo (part. Alberto Echagüe)

Come closer to the stove
Little old lady here by my side
And saddle a wild horse
So that it lasts long

Take that splinter
That the fire has gone out
Stir those embers
And it is very bitter

Reach for that guitar
Of already dusty strings
That so many times she
He kissed his tuning fork

And tear off that tape
Where the heartless one
Theft with its charms
My gaucho heart

If you remember it
White Mother
How I loved her
How I loved her

That I put my life
My dagger and my blanket
And yet mother
The ungrateful woman left

Put out the firewood
That my sight is damaged
My eyes are watering
I don't know why

Well, I want to forget her
Drowning in sugarcane
And I want to be close
Close to you

(After)
(When the night)
(Wrap the bathed ones)
(And it can be heard far away)
(The prayer touch)

Bow down
To the Virgin of the Forsaken
And my poor guitar
Put a crepe on it