El Vagabundo
Carlos Gardel
The Drifter
They call me the drifter
Because I wake up on the street
Whether it dawns or not
That doesn't matter to anyone
They call me the drifter
Because I wake up on the street
Whether it dawns or not
That doesn't matter to anyone
The eyes of my brunette
Are big and so beautiful
They don't deserve to cry
But to make others cry for them
The eyes of my brunette
Are big and so beautiful
They don't deserve to cry
But to make others cry for them
In the car of the dead
They passed by here
She had a hand outside
That's how I met her
In the car of the dead
They passed by here
She had a hand outside
That's how I met her
I arrived at the cemetery
Screaming like a madman
Death answered me
Lucky she died for someone else
I arrived at the cemetery
Screaming like a madman
Death answered me
Lucky she died for someone else
I forgive you for everything
Except if you talk about my mother
A mother is irreplaceable
And I found you on the street
