El Rey
Binomio de Oro de América
The King
I feel like shouting that I am the king
of a piece of land in the mountain
there I have my crowned queen
and my harvest ready to be picked
I am the owner of that sunrise
that illuminates the peace in my cabin (Repeat).
I would like to know why
in the village they humiliate and mistreat me
when they visit my cabin
I offer them love and attention
with pride and great satisfaction
I offer them my bread and my shelter (Repeat).
Because I am the king of that mountain (Repeat).
I am the owner of that sunrise
that illuminates the peace of my cabin.
Slave of the people, I am king of the mountain (Repeat).
I am the owner of that sunrise
that illuminates the peace of my cabin (Repeat).
Through paths planted with fruit trees
that seem planted with joy
and whistling the same melody
I go to the village on Sunday afternoon
and in the village I receive the insults
that they give to my peasant people (Repeat).
Because I am the king of that mountain (Repeat).
I am the owner of that sunrise
that illuminates the peace of my cabin.
Slave of the people, I am king of the mountain (Repeat).
I am the owner of that sunrise
that illuminates the peace of my cabin (Repeat).