Cebando Mate

I wake up, the morning is without sun,
The lament of your voice shines in my soul,
The bed is undone and without crying
Slowly the night is over.

The children go to school very early
And the mothers to the neighborhood market,
The church bells strike six,
And you cover yourself with the sheet again.

Preparing mate with love
There is fire in my heart
And I caress your spring that stayed in the room.

My whole city begins to wake up,
Faces come and go, I don't know where they go,
I live my share of time, I go to work,
Routine once again invades my walk.

Preparing mate with love
There is fire in my heart
And I caress your spring that stayed in the room.