El Caminante
Si te vas a confesar
No digas nunca las ducas
Que me haces pasar.
Tú no me des tanto que hacer,
Que como coja la puerta
Nunca más me vas a ver.
Yo soy aquel probe caminante
Que con su petate
Siempre a cuestas va,
Yo voy andando camino adelante
Siempre buscando
Donde descansar.
Dios, qué mala suerte,
La he tenío que dejar
Por el hablar de la gente.
Tú no me des complicaciones
Que cuando tú abres la boca
Es pa dar pares y nones.
The Wanderer
If you're going to confess
Never reveal the doubts
That you make me go through.
Don't give me so much to do,
Because if I grab the door
You'll never see me again.
I am that poor wanderer
Who with his bundle
Always on his back goes,
I keep walking forward
Always looking
Where to rest.
God, what bad luck,
I had to leave
Because of people's talk.
Don't give me complications
Because when you open your mouth
It's to argue and fight.
Escrita por: Antonio Sánchez Pecino