El Caminante
Camarón de La Isla
The Wanderer
If you're going to confess
Never reveal the doubts
That you make me go through.
Don't give me so much to do,
Because if I grab the door
You'll never see me again.
I am that poor wanderer
Who with his bundle
Always on his back goes,
I keep walking forward
Always looking
Where to rest.
God, what bad luck,
I had to leave
Because of people's talk.
Don't give me complications
Because when you open your mouth
It's to argue and fight.
