Llorando En Pachamalca

Little thorn of the roads
You alone blame my destiny
At three in the morning
You have announced the bad hour

You know that I have cried
In Pachamalca for a love
I don't want you to mention it
Little thorn, my bad luck

When I leave tomorrow
Maybe it will be without return
Inside my thoughts
Tell my beloved until death

Then I want you to say
That my poor life has ended
Then I want you to tell
That my destiny has finished

Bad omen little thorn of the roads
Because your life is in danger
Beware of the hawk