Eleutério Galván

(It was a simple life)
(Of Eleuterio Galván)
Not young, not old man
As poor as they come
With two kids at home
And another one lost out there

(He had a tiny ranch)
(Near the sugarcane field)
He drank some sketchy wine
That helped him get by
The rest was silence
And that's when he spoke the most

(Things don't even out)
(When the work is tough)
He was a small star
Galván's hope
Dreamed of a horse
But never could buy one

(Many went to the wake)
(When Galván passed away)
A plowman with a ranch
Near the sugarcane field
Not young, not old man
As poor as they come
With two kids at home
And another one lost out there