La Alejada

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