Malaya Dirlo Sabiendo

Because I will walk the path
when the time comes
who knows if I will see God
or the old devil laughing
because I will walk the path
cursed to say knowing.
Because I will walk the path
it will be summer or winter
what sorrow I will carry
what anxiety and what contempt
what friendly hand I will have
cursed to say knowing.
How many fights I will have
for not enduring the halter
where faith is tied
to a creole who steps on the ground
someone will have to see me
rider of a wild sun
who the hell can have
a better horse to go far
because I will walk the path
cursed to say knowing.