Hombre solitario

Everyone says
that I'm a lonesome man
that I have no friends or love,
that I walk the roads
without anyone by my side;
that I'm a wanderer and dreamer.

They know so little about my life
just whispers, and they already want to judge me,
It's true that I'm a little sad and lonely
more or less, like everyone else.

I have a guitar
that brings my songs to life,
companion of my solitude.
I have a thousand loves,
a thousand stories, a thousand reasons;
that time takes care of erasing.

I have a house
in the mountains next to the sun
And an old dog
that always agrees with me.

In the end, I have
more dreams than reasons
and a new story
to tell.

I have a house
in the mountains next to the sun
And an old dog
that always agrees with me...