Ni Se Compra Ni Se Vende

I come running the whole world
Without fame or money
And with delayed hunger
I exchange pans and pots
For lighter stones
And clothes that are worn
But the donkey I bring underneath
I don't sell it for any cash
Because even though the dude doesn't understand the job
He runs just like a Mercedes Benz
Not bought nor sold
My donkey Baldomero
Not bought nor sold
Because just like the silversmith
He has his verses and his spirits
Like my father-in-law's donkey
Like my father-in-law's donkey
Not bought nor sold

I no longer have taste or joy
I carry a feeling that can't be endured
My donkey died of pneumonia
And he stayed in my arms wanting to kiss me
I'm left with no one in the world
I have no children or wife
Only my talkative father-in-law remains
Who is much more stubborn
Than the one I buried
I no longer have anyone to buy
My donkey Baldomero
I no longer have anyone to buy
Because he's in a hole

Very close to Ayamonte
And as a tombstone I have placed
And as a tombstone I have placed
A pack of bisons