El Siestero

You hide from my eyes
And you own my love
Like the siesta hides, girl
When the sun goes down

But you just pretend
To make me cry
Like the tears of the crespines
For Suncho Corral

Why all this torment
To my heart?
Flower of the Santiago air
Of your love

Love that comes lying
To see me suffer
If that's my fate
Better off dead

If my death brings you joy, girl
I’m gonna die
My soul is shattered, owner
Of living like this

Through those long roads
Memories of yesterday
That saw us together
At dawn

Hand in hand
Feeling the song
Of the serenading crickets
That the thicket holds

Where the wind smells poor
Of rain and tucal
And the coyuyos stir
The algarrobo trees