El Botellero
José Larralde
The Bottle Collector
Bottle collector!!!
Bunch of rags and voice of wine
He seemed born on the roads
The cart with a rope
Strolled its loose wheel through the streets
Bottle collector!!!
The bottle collector is leaving!!!
I buy empty bottles!!
I buy old iron!!
The bottle collector is leaving!!!
With long hair, beard grown
He shouted at the top of his lungs, no one heard him
To my memory, it comes clear
His old cry, a sad ditch cry
Bottle collector!!!
The bottle collector is leaving!!!
I buy empty bottles!!
I buy old iron!!
Let's see, lady!
Bunch of rags and voice of wine
He seemed born on the roads
With long hair, beard grown
He shouted his miseries, no one heard him
Bottle collector!!!
The bottle collector is leaving!!!
Let's see, lady!
I buy empty bottles!!
I buy old iron!!
Don't throw stones, kid!!
Bottle collector!!!
I buy empty bottles!!
I buy old iron!!
