El Seclanteño
Pedro Aznar
The Seclanteño
Stone face
Chewing coca
And he lights up
The Seclanteño
He walks slowly
Like his dream
A cloud descends
While he ascends
He's not in a hurry
The Seclanteño
With dark hair
Like his dream
Earring of sand
Tell me the sorrow
Your sand sorrow
Is not worth it
The green valley
Gets lost in the distance
Like his song
The Seclanteño
Chews the tears
Like his dream
Baguala and sorrow
Goodbye and sand
Along the way
The Seclanteño
Without a destination
Like his dream
Sand earrings
Tell me the sorrow
Your sand sorrow
Is not worth it
Is not worth it (is not worth it)
Is not worth it (is not worth it)
Is not worth it (is not worth it)
Is not worth it (is not worth it)
