Camino Del Hoyo

With a pencil behind my ear
Cigarette between the only two fingers
Carpenter, brings new wood

Because under the hat I have a hole
And smoke comes out that makes me dizzy
And suddenly a song plays
A song that says

Path of the hole
I'm picking potatoes
Path of the hole
I'm jumping fences
Path of the hole
There's no wall that I won't jump

Luck is laid out
In the garden of joy
Where everything is different
Among people's dreams

While some take flight
Others dig holes
Each in their own way
Looking for the main reason
Singing this song

Path of the hole
I'm picking potatoes
Path of the hole
I'm jumping fences
Path of the hole
There's no wall that I won't jump

I'm picking potatoes
Path of the hole
I'm jumping fences
Path of the hole
There's no wall that I won't jump