Solito y Sin Flor

Old is the road, the path of the sun
Old is the road, the path of the sun
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower

The carnival has fallen asleep
In the ashes of a hill
And in the forgotten neighborhoods
A sorrow weighs on the poor
A handkerchief of tenderness
And a song for the men

The night crumples under the dark clouds
The night crumples under the dark clouds
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower

Oh, let it turn into a vidala
Oh, let my drum beat
Oh, let it rise to a shout
In some February of rain

Vidala that carries the absence of the sun
Vidala that carries the absence of the sun
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower
Poor little weed, alone and without a flower