La Rielera

I am a rail worker, I have my Juan
He is my charm, I am his love
When they tell me that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railer, your Juan is leaving

I have my pair of pistols
With its ivory handles
To catch me by bullets
With the railroad people

I am a rail worker, I have my Juan
He is my charm, I am his love
When they tell me that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railer, your Juan is leaving

I have my pair of pistols
With its very well-equipped park
One is for my dear
Another one is for my rival

I am a rail worker, I have my Juan
He is my life, I am his love
When they call him that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railer, your Juan is leaving

Yes, because you see me with boots
You think I'm a soldier
I am a poor little railman
From the central railway

I am a rail worker, I have my Juan
He is my charm, I am his love
When they call him that the train is leaving
Goodbye, my railer, your Juan is leaving