I started at dawn
and I continued like this until the sun fled.
(Jairo howls)
Days later, I still do not know
if I could write a love song.
I returned home,
I said: 'Mother, is the war over?'
'No, son, no, and it will continue
long after you die. '
I thought I had found
and I was even more lost.
I started limping like a badly wounded mutt.
And I tried against you,
I betrayed my family.
I was a newspaper with
only bad news.
I would never hold you,
I would have gone too.
Why not abandon
a badly wounded pooch?
So I went to my church to pray.
I asked San Alfaro:
'Is there anything I can do
to purge my sins? '
He was kind enough to answer me
with the most beautiful bark
He never heard a badly wounded bull.
(Nacho whistles)
And I want you to know
that is not the bad life
the one that kills me
No, that is the whole life.
All, all, all of it.
And the day of my funeral,
if my lovers come,
tell them that for once
Put on something elegant.
That a minimum decorum
it's the only thing I ask
for the sad end of the mutt wounded.
And if I leave debts, say
Write them down in the sand.
The tide will know
liquidate all of them.
They took me for human,
what's more, if I forget
he does not understand men or badly wounded pooches.
The years will pass,
you will have forgotten me
Even if it were for me,
I wish once in a while
remember how much
that in life you have loved
true clumsy, foolish and badly wounded dog.
Because he loved you.
Yes, he loved you.
He has loved you!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)