La Otumpeña
Los Manseros Santiagueños
The Otumpeña
If I have to suffer for you to love me
Suffering I always live, don't make me cry.
What brings more tears to my chaguar flower
My soul has become just thorns.
Thorns that have turned into flesh in my pain
Pain that keeps growing far from your love.
Love that we swore, you won't even remember
Peasant girl from Otumpa, little chaguar flower.
I found you alone by Suncho Corral
Scenting the night and the dusty ground.
The moon, capricious, came to find you
With the violin of the wind, you went out to dance.
The crickets were prowling around the old willow grove
The rooster with tangled feathers hung up his song.
Love that we swore...
