El Sombrerón

As the evening falls down the alley
The empty streets, the Sombrerón comes out
With guitar in hand, melodious voice
Who can resist?

He entered in great silence, his thoughts in her ears
She was hypnotized, speechless, trapped.

The moonlight shines on his guitar
The lonely traveler seeks beautiful ladies

With long hair and big eyes
In the dark night, he caresses her while singing

He entered in great silence, his thoughts in her ears
She was hypnotized, speechless, trapped.

Her absence makes her sick, fading between worlds
Poor wretch... Crying for her bad luck.

As the evening falls down the alley
The empty streets, the Sombrerón comes out.