El Solitario
Pedro Messone
The Lonely One
If I had another name before
Time erased it
They call me the lonely one
Because that's how I go
Through the paths that the wind
Draws in the night
Through hills, valleys, and peaks
That's where I go
My horse has wings
When I push him
My poncho is a proud flag
Of freedom
My curved knife looks fierce
To strangers
Death on the roads
Will find me
Lonely one, lonely one
The wind shouts at me
Where your dark steps
Will take you
And I tell the one who blows
In the storms
Tomorrow when it dawns
I will think about it
Sometimes when in the afternoons
I spot a town
I approach because I want
To have a few drinks
And I feel that under the poncho
The sorrows go away
To hell with having to endure them
To forget
Lonely one, lonely one
The wind shouts at me
Where your dark steps
Will take you
And I tell the one who blows
In the storms
Tomorrow when it dawns
I will think about it
Tomorrow when it dawns
I will think about it
