El Tortillero
Los Cuatro Huasos
The Tortilla Vendor
Dark night, I see nothing
But I carry my lantern
Passing by your door
And singing with love
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
If only, my basket
Could be exchanged in a hug
If you want, miss
Here come the warm ones
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
If I don't see your beauty
Waiting for me on the balcony
My basket breaks
My lantern goes out
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
From the toasted embers
Good tortillas
