La Carreta
Perdio lo que mas queria
Porque lo quiso el destino
Faltaban unos pocos dias
Para escaparse al rocio
Con su gente en romeria
En su puerta la carreta
Blanca de cal se ha quedao
Los bueyes en la verea
Y los frontiles guardaos
Mientras le pasa la pena
Camina por las arenas
Que soñaba dia tras dia
Pero ni canta ni bebe
Ni lo ve con alegria
Aunque promesa no lleve
Hasta dejo su guitarra
La bota colga y vacia
Y todas sus ilusiones
Se cambiaron aquel dia
Rocio, por sinsabores
Y no se pudo aguantar
Cuando escucho los cohetes
Se olvido del que diran
Y detrás del simpecado
Llorando se echo a caminar
The Cart
He lost what he wanted the most
Because destiny wanted it
Just a few days were missing
To escape to the dew
With his people on pilgrimage
At his door the cart
White with lime has stayed
The oxen on the path
And the frontiles stored
While the sorrow passes by
He walks on the sands
That he dreamed day after day
But he neither sings nor drinks
Nor sees it with joy
Even though he carries no promise
He even left his guitar
The boot hanging empty
And all his illusions
Changed that day
Dew, for bitterness
And he couldn't bear it
When he heard the fireworks
He forgot about what they would say
And behind the banner
Crying, he started walking