Forastero

They call me a stranger because I don't have
Not even a miserable ranch for my winters
I could have had it, it's true, I could have had it
But I spent my money with strangers

Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
And keep walking along the roads

Round coin of the poor
The little money in their hands turns to copper
One day the farmers will sing
Working their fields, wheat and sky

Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
And keep walking along the roads

My land is full of strangers
Peasants without land, coyas without hills
I could have had a ranch, I could have had it
But I spent my money with strangers

Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
(And keep walking along the roads)
Eat my bread, brother, drink my wine
(And keep walking along the roads)