El Tren Sin Pasajeros
Miguel Aceves Mejía
The Train Without Passengers
I'm the train without passengers
That gets lost alone and sad
Through the mountains of oblivion.
Poor train, alone and lost
Who would've seen it so beautiful
Through the fairs of love.
Today that everyone left me
When I'm poor and worthless
And the night covered me.
Poor train that keeps leaving
Under the black sky mantle
And a sad oh, heartbreaking...
