Los Ejes de Mi Carreta
Edmundo Rivero
The Axles of My Cart
Because I don't grease the axles,
They call me abandoned...
If I like them to make noise,
Why would I want them greased...
It's too boring
To follow and follow the trail,
To walk and walk the roads
With nothing to entertain me...
I don't need silence;
I have nothing to think about.
I had... But a long time ago...
Now, I don't think anymore!
The axles of my cart
I will never grease!
