Vencidos

Through the plain of La Mancha, the figure of Don Quixote is seen passing by again... And now idle and dented, the armor goes on the nag, and the knight goes idle, without breastplate and backplate... He is burdened with bitterness... For there he found the burial of his loving battles... He is burdened with bitterness, for there 'his fortune was left' on the beach of Barcino, facing the sea... How many times, Don Quixote, on that same plain, in moments of discouragement, he watched you pass by like this... And how many times he shouted to you: 'make room for me on your mount and take me to your place. Make room for me on your mount, defeated knight, make room for me on your mount, for I too am burdened with bitterness and cannot battle. Put me behind you, knight of honor, put me behind you and take me to be with you, with you, shepherd... Through the plain of La Mancha, the figure of Don Quixote is seen passing by again... He is burdened with bitterness... The defeated knight returns to his place.