El Aguajal
Si se marchó sin un adiós, que se vaya que se vaya...
(bis)
Amores hay, cariños hay, toditicos tracioneros
Amores hay cariños hay, toditicos embusteros
El aguajal de ese lugar, sólo sabe mis sufriemientos...
El papayal de ese lugar, sólo sabe mis tormentos
Llamo aquí llamo allá, sin que nadie me conteste...
Miro aquí miro allá, porque nadie se aparece...
Si se marchó sin un adiós, que se vaya que se vaya...
(bis)
Amores hay, cariños hay, toditicos tracioneros
Amores hay cariños hay, toditicos embusteros
El aguajal de ese lugar, sólo sabe mis sufriemientos...
El papayal de ese lugar, sólo sabe mis tormentos
Llamo aquí llamo allá, sin que nadie me conteste...
Miro aquí miro allá, porque nadie se aparece
The Swamp
If they left without a goodbye, let them go let them go...
(Repeat)
There are loves, there are affections, all of them traitors
There are loves, there are affections, all of them liars
The swamp of that place only knows my sufferings...
The papaya grove of that place only knows my torments
I call here, I call there, without anyone answering me...
I look here, I look there, because no one appears...
If they left without a goodbye, let them go let them go...
(Repeat)
There are loves, there are affections, all of them traitors
There are loves, there are affections, all of them liars
The swamp of that place only knows my sufferings...
The papaya grove of that place only knows my torments
I call here, I call there, without anyone answering me...
I look here, I look there, because no one appears