El Pintor
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Painter
Thinking I was doing something good
A painter painted me one day,
But he only painted the outside
'Cause he couldn't see the inside.
When will that painter come
To paint what I truly feel?
Desire to live my life
Without worries or pain...
That painter's a bad artist
Who painted me that day,
Singing mountain songs
With an empty belly.
That painter's a bad artist,
And there's no doubt about it,
'Cause he only painted my poncho
And forgot about my hunger.
When will that painter come
To paint what I truly feel?
Desire to live my life
Without sorrows or pain.
Thinking I was doing something good...
