El Violin de Becho
Becho toca el violin en la orquesta
Cara de chiquilin sin maestro
Y la orquesta no sirve, no tiene
Mas que un solo violin que le duele
Porque a becho le duelen violines
Que son como su amor chiquilines
Becho quiere un violin que sea hombre
Y que al amor y al dolor no los nombre
Becho tiene un violin que no ama
Pero siente que el violin lo llama
Por las noches como arrepentido
Vuelve a amar ese triste sonido
Mariposa marron de madera
Niño violin que se desespera
Cuando becho no toca y se calma
Siente el violin sonando en su alma
Vida y muerte, violin, padre y madre
Canta el violin y becho es el aire
Ya no puede tocar en la orquesta
Porque amar y cantar eso cuesta
Becho's Violin
Becho plays the violin in the orchestra
A kid's face without a teacher
And the orchestra's no good, it doesn't have
More than a single violin that hurts
Because Becho feels the pain of violins
That are like his little loves
Becho wants a violin that’s a man
And that doesn’t name love or pain
Becho has a violin that doesn’t love
But he feels that the violin calls him
At night, like a regretful soul
He falls back in love with that sad sound
Brown wooden butterfly
Child violin that gets desperate
When Becho doesn’t play and calms down
He feels the violin sounding in his soul
Life and death, violin, father and mother
The violin sings and Becho is the air
He can’t play in the orchestra anymore
Because loving and singing comes at a cost