El Reproche
Ayer prendi fuego a la casa
Aquella que fue nuestro nido
antes de tu tracion
Alli se quemo tu retrato, tu ropa, y tu cama
Tambien se quemo mi quitarra
y todas mis canciones
nada mas una no
Adonde te hago el reproche
que fuiste traidora, enfame, e enfiel
Que tan fuerte sera este reproche
que ni el mismo fuego ha podido cojer
Ayer prendi fuego a la casa
y al ver tu retrato quemarse
me puse a llorar
Oye que mi pobre guitarra
entre llamas lloraba
Alli se quedo entre las llamas
perdido en cenisas
su llanto de metal
Solo ha quedado el reproche
que fuiste traidora, enfame, e enfiel
Que tan fuerte sera este reproche
que ni el mismo fuego ha podido cojer
The Accusation
Yesterday I set the house on fire
That place that was our nest
Before your betrayal
There burned your picture, your clothes, and your bed
Also my guitar went up in flames
And all my songs
Just one didn’t
Where do I make the accusation
That you were a traitor, a disgrace, and unfaithful
How strong will this accusation be
That even the fire couldn’t catch it
Yesterday I set the house on fire
And seeing your picture burn
I started to cry
Listen, my poor guitar
Cried out in the flames
There it stayed among the fire
Lost in ashes
Its metal weeping
Only the accusation remains
That you were a traitor, a disgrace, and unfaithful
How strong will this accusation be
That even the fire couldn’t catch it
Escrita por: Reynaldo Martinez