The Witch
Music: Juan Polito
Lyrics: Francisco Gorrindo
1938
Choking this cry that rises from the chest,
And reaches the lips loaded with rancor,
I return to your side, hands tied,
But to tell you that everything is over,
That I no longer care about your laughter or your crying,
That by dint of courage I defeated the heart,
And that today as never before looking at you close,
I really see you, just as you are.
La Bruja,
That yesterday was queen of all my being,
Today, broken the charm, is no more than a woman.
The Witch,
Heap of whims that enslaved me,
Today is a landscape, covered with horror.
I return to the simple and honest life,
I return to an affection that is noble and loyal,
And maybe one day, healed my soul,
By dint of manhood I will raise a home.
Then, perhaps, I will have redeemed myself,
And you, by then, who knows if you are,
A piece of winter loaded with evils,
A rest of life, a little cough.