El violín de Becho

Becho plays the violin in the orchestra,
a little boy's face without a teacher,
and the orchestra is useless, he has
but a single violin that hurts him.

Because Becho is in pain with violins
that are like his love, little boys.
Becho wants a violin that is a man,
that doesn't name pain and love.

Becho has a violin that he doesn't love,
but he feels the violin calling him,
in the night as if repentant,
he loves again that sad sound.

Brown wooden butterfly,
child violin that despairs,
when Becho plays it and calms down,
the violin remains sounding in his soul.

Because Becho is in pain with violins
that are like his love, little children;
Becho wants a violin that is a man,
that does not name pain and love.

Life and death, violin, father and mother;
the violin sings and Becho is the air;
he can no longer play in the orchestra,
because to love and to sing that costs.