El Navegante
Chalino Sánchez
The Navigator
Navigating on the trains of the south
I found a very pretty indigenous girl
Selling bouquets of flowers
Traveling along the train tracks
Enchanted by that brunette
I bought a little bouquet for myself
And when I put the coin in her hands
To the indigenous girl I said this
Oh indigenous girl who sells your flowers
Don't sell them to anyone, for God's sake
And when the little train horn sang
I had the most beautiful flower
But time and the waves of return
Made me leave those places
I searched for the indigenous girl at the station
But instead, I wasted my time
Until an old lady
Wanted to know my sorrows
She handed me a withered bouquet
And said, here is your grace
The one who came to look for is already dead
And by leaving this bouquet
She hands it to the gentleman passenger
Who in my life was my only love
