L and M: Alejandro Rondón
The water that yesterday washed my hands there in the river
he left me to the cold chest and went for his discharge
between rocks and ravines it formed its waves until
Get lost in the shadow of that beautiful mangrove.
That's how my love went, like the water in that river
that ran between my fingers like the breeze when passing
that goes flying without fear has no way in heaven nor
who can stop her, here I'm empty she is
the water of the river that is going to fall in the sea.
The breeze, like the river, is not to blame
I only told how he left
I did not even turn around to look at my sadness and he said
that does not return that his north was not me. (BIS)
And I was speechless, the tears wet me
seeing how he was moving away I did not understand what happened to him,
what a trip that goes around the world, that
happens in a second I'm where he left me if
wants to return one day everything would forgive him
I do not hold a grudge against him.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)