La Alejada
Los Huayra
The Distant One
What will it be for the carnival
When the drums sound, without being asked, I want to sing
I keep wanting to love you
Looking for some eyes that don't want to sympathize
Don't make love cry anymore
And to console it, give it a bud from your rosebush
Carnival take my heart
Hit it like a drum, say that a poor man of love has died
Where will I go just by naming you
In the darkest night, the evening star says I will find you
