Run Run Se Fué Pa'l Norte

In a car of forgetfulness
Before the dawn
From a station of time
Determined to roll
Run Run he went north
I don't know when he'll come
He'll come for the birthday
Of our loneliness

After three days a letter
With coral letters
Tells me that his journey
Is getting longer and longer
He leaves Antofagasta
Without giving a sign
And tells of an adventure
That I will spell out
Oh, woe is me!

In the middle of a crowd
That he had to face
A transfer because of
The last hurricane
On a broken bridge
Near Vallenar
With a cross on his shoulder
Run Run had to cross

Run Run continued his journey
He arrived at Tamarugal
Sitting on a rock
He started to ponder
About this, about that
Never, besides
That life is a lie
That death is truth
Oh, woe is me!

The thing is that a saddlebag
Started to rummage
He took out paper and ink
And a memory perhaps
Without sorrow or joy
Without glory or mercy
Without anger or bitterness
Without gall or freedom

Empty like the hollow
Of the earthly world
Run Run sent his letter
Just to send it
Run Run went north
I stayed in the south
In between there's an abyss
Without music or light
Oh, woe is me!

The calendar loosens
Through the train wheels
The numbers of the year
On the edge of the rail
The blind spin more
More clouds in the month
The rails are longer
The aftertaste is more bitter

Run Run went north
What are we going to do!
That's life then
Thorns of Israel
Love crucified
Crowns of disdain
The nails of martyrdom
The vinegar and the gall
Oh, woe is me!