China Hereje

You left my side, heretic china
To enjoy yourself after my misfortune
And you don't see, silly china, that I am a good singer, guitarist, and
I drink cane.

Why do you need to know that I am suffering, why do you need
to know about someone who doesn't love
has no feelings for affection
you have no heart and know nothing.

And you won't know that even my ranch that yesterday
was a nest and today is a ruin that even the little dog
was crying just like
a Christian for your absence and if you see my china
by the pamo don't tell her, fellow countryman, my misfortune that
she doesn't know lately that I have cried just like the dog and the calandria.

She will never know that I loved her with all my heart and all my soul, it's worth more that she understands
that I am alone, come on quickly boss give me cane
the same calandria is so sad it doesn't sing like before, tomorrow it seems to understand that I am alone
to hell with the dog and the calandria.