He carries his desolate heart
From this world banished without the slightest compassion
He had to search in a foreign land
For her it is worth every drop of sweat
And Even though he is already tired, he can't sleep to return
I brought you, pretty woman, a maltea of u200bu200bdreams
A bunch of caresses and the fatigue of my body
I brought you a little seed to brighten your soil
A Guajira bracelet with your name as a souvenir
And a night of a thousand stories and a waking dawn
And I brought you a thousand stars that I collected in the sky
He carries few clothes in his suitcase
The photo of his Rebeca and the Sacred Heart
And he lives resounding in his temples
Researching the platforms of despair
And although he is already tired he cannot reconcile the dream
Not for a moment can he forget her
And when he is dressed he falls asleep in bed
He is only dreaming that he is going to return
I brought you, pretty woman, a malt of dreams
A bunch of caresses and the tiredness of my body
I brought you a little seed to brighten your soil
A guajira bracelet with your name as a souvenir
And a night of a thousand stories and an awake dawn
And I brought you a thousand stars that I collected in the sky
I brought you love and living twigs of forgetting
And from the Sierra I brought you a sweetheart, the best coffee
Brigos de cundeamor secrets of passion
And from the Sierra Nevada an insurance for both of us
Memories of Solitude love from the Foundation
And a suitcase of dreams where I bring you my heart

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