El Carro de Mi Fortuna
Enrique Morente
The Car of My Fortune
A poor man smells like death
To the grave with him
'Cause if you ain't got no money
Rest in peace, amen
I sit on a stone
Like the stone's my relief
From my torment
My little companion
Relief from my torment
I don't want you
You kept bringing it up
Little mountain girl, I don't want you
Knowing that I'd go through
More struggles for you, I can't take it
And the car of my fortune
Didn't last me long
Just when I was feeling good
The axle broke on me
Let me find my own way
'Cause I ain't asking anyone
Not even for a good morning
