Yesterday I set fire to the house
The one that was our nest
Before your betrayal
There your portrait, your clothes, and your bed were burned
My hat was also burned
And all my songs
Nothing but a no
Where I reproach you
That you were a traitor, infamous, and unfaithful
How strong will this reproach be
That Not even the fire itself could catch it
Yesterday I set fire to the house
And when I saw your portrait burning
I started to cry
Hey, my poor guitar
Between the flames He cried
There he stayed in the flames
Lost in ashes
His metal cry
Only the reproach has remained
That you were a traitor, infamous, and unfaithful
How strong will this reproach be
That not even the fire itself has been able to catch