El Cóndor Herido

If I could, take flight
Take flight like the condor that flies high, very high
I would go far away, but very far away

Where no one would ever know about Rafael Santos' dad
Because one sorrow after another is ending me
And I, being such a strong man, have been able to resist

And I don't want to die
Because my children hurt me
And I don't want to die
Because my children hurt me

I better leave, I better leave
Like the wounded condor
I better leave, I better leave
Like the wounded condor

What's the use of money, if not for that
Because I work and I can earn it anywhere
It's what I feel here in my chest
That with money, never and ever can it be solved

I'm talking about the lady who went with me to the altar
Whom I love and adore so much and is the mother of my children

But it pains me a lot
That she is taking away my affection
But it pains me a lot
That she is taking away my affection

I better leave, I better leave
Like the wounded condor
I better leave, I better leave
Like the wounded condor

And she's right, she's right, in certain things
Because I truly acknowledge that I am a womanizer
But she knows, and I know for sure
That when we met, she knew I was a partygoer

So now, after getting old, she keeps fighting with me
If I arrived late or arrived early, it's the same old story

Oh! I'm going to pack my suitcase and take my path
I'm going to pack my suitcase and take my path
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The wounded condor is leaving

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The wounded condor is leaving
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The wounded condor is leaving

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The wounded condor is leaving