Ixtepec

Juan, condemned to walk
with a foolish face through Ixtepec he will pass
because nearby the coast he will visit a dead man.

Juan, it took him six months to arrive
with the pace he takes, another six to return.

Juan, why did Marta bewitch you?
The dark-skinned coastal girl wanted a Spanish lover.

I feel the footsteps already on my streets
it's not because of Marta, it's because of me,
it's my clock that travels.

Come, just to feel you already
far from the people, when many years pass
Ixtepec knows that it will never, even dead, stop.

I feel the footsteps already on my streets
it's not because of Marta, it's because of me
it's my clock that travels.
I feel the footsteps already, another year passes like this
it's not the dead man, it's just how it is, life is a cycle.