El Tortillero
Los Huasos Quincheros
The Tortilla Maker
Hot little tortilla
Dark night, I see nothing
But I carry my lantern
Passing by your door
And singing for love
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
Who could, my basket
Exchange in a hug
If you want, miss
Here come the warm ones
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
When I pass by your house
And you're not on the balcony
My basket breaks
And my lantern goes out
I keep singing
With so much sorrow
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
From the toasted embers
Good tortilla
