La Bomba Del Viajero

I would like to get drunk, to unconsciousness
And rip out from my soul, this immense sorrow

Through the valley I come, shouting, shouting
May the wind bring me, your holy affection

There in my little town, where the sun boasts
There the Indian sings, with much sadness

My beautiful mountain girl was left so alone
I had to leave her, because of my great poverty

Traveler friend, who listens to my footsteps
I beg you to forgive, these little tears

Singing and dancing, many find solace
I hope this bomb, will have mercy on me

Serve me another drink, but let it be rum
Serve me another drink, but let it be rum

May my crying reach, even a mountain
May my crying reach, even a mountain