Allá Viene Un Corazón

I don't know what's wrong with me, heart
that my chest feels unwell.
Oh, heart, my chest feels unwell,
here comes a heart,
beautiful heart, my chest feels unwell,
here comes a heart.

Maybe it's because I ate, heart,
the wings of a pataruco.

At one o'clock the brave one sings, heart,
and at two o'clock the coward sings.

And I will sing at three, heart,
for arriving late.

By the riverbanks, heart,
and in the shade of a laurel.

I remembered you, my dear, heart,
watching the waters flow.