Enguayabao y Pal Pueblo

Hungover and For the People

The contempt of her love
Gives me a pain that my soul does not assimilate
It pierces my heart
Chest, lung, and there it is framed
It's that I love her with passion
And devotion while she teases me
She doesn't want to walk ahead
She stands her ground and doesn't back down
That makes me drink rum and she remains so calm
Could it be that she doesn't see the love reflected in my eyes
To not have compassion for the son of a beaver

Sadness, pain, and tears all gather in me
That's why my sad song airs through the savannah
And that's how a man in the countryside
Drinking goes off track

Here I go towards the town
Hungover with a blinding sun
I tip my hat down more
To dominate it and that's when it shoots me more

I spur on my colt more
Because I can't stand the anxiety that watches over me
And I feel that with each step
There's a holy father, my soul is distilled

I'm going to get serious about the pain that annihilates me
Luckily, I still have a flask in this backpack
To buy myself another bottle while a monkey wakes up
And today I woke up very drunk with her memories in line
My old tape recorder's batteries have run out
From listening so much to a passage that I lost with Archila