Music: Armando Pontier. Lyrics: Homero Expósito.
Braids,
sweet silk of your braids,
moon in shadow of your skin
and of your absence.
Braids that tied me in the yoke of your love,
yoke almost soft of your laughter and your voice...
Fine
charity of my routine,
I found your heart
in a corner...
Bitter mate-colored braids
that sweetened my gray lethargy.
Where did your wildflower love go?
Where, where did he go after loving you?
Maybe my heart had to lose you
and so my loneliness is enlarged by looking for you.
And I'm crying like this
tired of crying
braided to your life
with anxiety braids... without you!
Why will I have to love
and finally, leave!
Pain,
old anguish of my pain,
truncated phrase of your voice
that chains me...
Grief that fills me with words without rancor,
the flame that calls you with the flame of love.
Braids,
sweet silk from your braids,
moon in shadow of your skin
and of your absence,
braids,
heinous rawhide knot
they tied me to your silent goodbye...