How could this happen?
Gee, what a pestilent resentment.
Malhaya, this passion
is dying with your perfidy.
Damn, the sky is breaking ayayay.
Damn, what a cursed night!
Tomorrow morning
you’ll be back.
Tomorrow I’m going to look for you
through the canyon.
What instinct will bring you,
my goodness, back to the nest.
Malaya, what unreason
You’re entangled in other paths.
Damn, the sky is breaking ayayay.
Damn, what a cursed night!
Tomorrow with a wound
You will return.
Tomorrow I wait for you, my soul
in the canyon.