El Son Del Tren
Son del tren que recorre por la mañanita
Que sale pitando y se va volando
Voy a paso violento llevando la carga con mucho alimento
Que va pa' el mercado, voy cargado de limones
También llevo las naranjas, aguacates y melones
Pero yo no me detengo en la altura del camino
Porque busco mi destino
Son del tren del camino que ha perdido su destino
Soy viajero que lleva a la espalda su condena
Son de la vida dura sin esperanza ninguna
Son del pobre viajero que marco su derrotero
Ven te invito a mi ruta para que conozcas el hijo
De mi vida ardiente y gozosa
Voy subiendo muy lento por la cordillera
Pero voy contento porque alguien me espera
En medio de la aventura voy sonriéndole a la vida
Aunque no tenga fortuna
Pero yo no me detengo en la altura del camino
Porque busco mi destino
Son del tren del camino que ha perdido su destino
Soy viajero que lleva a la espalda su condena
Son de la vida dura sin esperanza ninguna
Son del pobre viajero que marco su derrotero
Son del tren del camino que ha perdido su destino
Soy viajero que lleva a la espalda su condena
Son de la vida dura sin esperanza ninguna
Son del pobre viajero que marco su derrotero
Salsibiri
Son de la vida dura, tambalea Fruko
Son de la vida dura, son de la vida dura
Son de la vida, agua
Son de la vida dura y en medio de mi aventura
Son de la vida dura y aunque no tengo fortuna tú ves
Son de la vida dura y al son de la vida dura
Son de la vida dura, son, son
Son del tren del camino que ha perdido su destino
Soy viajero que lleva a la espalda su condena
Son de la vida dura sin esperanza ninguna
Son del pobre viajero que marco su derrotero
Son de la vida dura, voy subiendo
Mira por la cordillera
Son de la vida dura, al son que me toquen bailo
Al son que me toquen
Son de la vida dura, esta vida no parece
Pero es un poquito dura
Son de la vida dura, dura, dura, dura
Esta vida es tremenda locura
Son de la vida dura, pa que lo bailes tú
Pa que lo baile mi negrura
Son de la vida dura, maestro Fruko
The Train's Sound
Sound of the train that travels in the early morning
It leaves whistling and flies away
I'm moving at a fast pace carrying the load with lots of food
Heading to the market, loaded with lemons
Also carrying oranges, avocados, and melons
But I don't stop at the height of the road
Because I'm looking for my destiny
Sound of the train on the path that has lost its destination
I'm a traveler carrying his sentence on his back
Sounds of a tough life with no hope at all
Sounds of the poor traveler who marked his course
Come, I invite you to my route so you can meet the son
Of my burning and joyful life
I'm climbing very slowly through the mountain range
But I'm happy because someone is waiting for me
In the middle of the adventure, I smile at life
Even if I don't have fortune
But I don't stop at the height of the road
Because I'm looking for my destiny
Sound of the train on the path that has lost its destination
I'm a traveler carrying his sentence on his back
Sounds of a tough life with no hope at all
Sounds of the poor traveler who marked his course
Sound of the train on the path that has lost its destination
I'm a traveler carrying his sentence on his back
Sounds of a tough life with no hope at all
Sounds of the poor traveler who marked his course
Salsibiri
Sounds of a tough life, Fruko staggers
Sounds of a tough life, sounds of a tough life
Sounds of life, water
Sounds of a tough life and in the middle of my adventure
Sounds of a tough life and even though I don't have fortune, you see
Sounds of a tough life and to the beat of the tough life
Sounds of a tough life, sounds, sounds
Sound of the train on the path that has lost its destination
I'm a traveler carrying his sentence on his back
Sounds of a tough life with no hope at all
Sounds of the poor traveler who marked his course
Sounds of a tough life, I'm climbing
Look through the mountain range
Sounds of a tough life, I dance to the beat they play
To the beat they play
Sounds of a tough life, this life doesn't seem
But it's a little tough
Sounds of a tough life, tough, tough, tough
This life is a tremendous madness
Sounds of a tough life, so you can dance it
So my blackness can dance it
Sounds of a tough life, maestro Fruko