La Rielera

I am a railway woman, I have my Juan
He is my charm, I am his love
When they tell me that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railway woman, your Juan is leaving

I have my pair of pistols
With their ivory handles
To defend myself with bullets
Against the railway men

I am a railway woman, I have my Juan
He is my charm, I am his love
When they tell me that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railway woman, your Juan is leaving

I have my pair of pistols
With their proper park
One is for my beloved
The other is for my rival

I am a railway woman, I have my Juan
He is my life, I am his love
When they call him that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railway woman, your Juan is leaving

If because you see me with boots
You think I am a soldier
I am just a poor railway worker
From the central railway

I am a railway woman, I have my Juan
He is my life, I am his love
When they call him that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railway woman, your Juan is leaving