Cantilena

I give the reins and loosen my mouth
The guitar and a poem
From the corners of my longing
In the rhythm of the melody

The melody takes me back
To the Malacara Corner
Where I used to go to the field
Whistling about the girls

Melody, how many times
Did I whisper by the gate
Serenading shyly
In front of her ranch?

From the little blood I waded through
In a grove of cherry trees
Had the song, melody
Of an orange thrush

Melody, melody
The guitar and a poem
Melody, melody
The guitar and a poem

From the return, a longing
When I leave, but I stay
Every verse, melody
I feel like the poorest rich man

Melody, takes me back
To the Hope Corner
Of the melodies of the troops
That I herded as a child

Melody, brings back
My daily dialect
Of melodizing saddling
Of chatting with my horses

I give the reins and loosen my mouth
The guitar and a poem
From the corners of my longing
In the rhythm of the melody

Melody, melody
The guitar and a poem
Melody, melody
The guitar and a poem