Jaime Molina Carlos Vives (English Translation) Lyrics

To two friends who loved each other with their souls, oh Hombe

I remember that Jaime Molina
When he was drunk, he made this condition
That, if I died first, he would paint a portrait of me
Or, if he died first, I would sing a song for him
That, if I died first, he would paint a portrait of me
Or, if he died first, I would sing a song for him

Now I prefer this condition
That he paint my portrait and not sing a song for him!
Now I prefer this condition
That he paint my portrait and not sing a song for him!

His parties were famous
He wouldn’t let any friend sleep
When he was drinking
He always insulted me
With affectionate phrases that he knew how to say
When he was drinking
He always insulted me
With affectionate phrases that he knew how to say

After that, he would sit on my lap
He would tell me a joke and start laughing!
After that, he would sit on my lap
He would tell me a joke and start laughing!

Oh buddy, if Rafael saw how he remembers him
He just cries!

It all started when we were kids
Jaime Molina taught me how to drink
Wherever he was, he was with me
And wherever I was, I was with him
Wherever he was, he was with me
And wherever I was, I was with him

Now I feel the pain of his departure
I am without Jaime and he is without Rafael
Now I feel the pain of his departure
I am without Jaime and he is without Rafael

A simple tribute
To the painters and poets of the valley
Oh Hombe