Mi Alma Se Perdió En La Carretera
Frank Delgado
My Soul Got Lost on the Road
I make songs that seem like confessions
And I move forward with feeling and reason
And sometimes I think I charge them commissions
For the stories I have in my heart.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the fool chasing the air
And feeling happy to be able to breathe.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the last driver
On that highway
Of humanity.
My soul got lost on the road
That goes from the flower district
To the crab junction.
My soul got lost on the road
Opening my mouth wide
And getting into trouble.
My soul got lost on the road
If you speak ill of the troubadour
Tune your tongue well.
I make songs that seem like calendars
And time goes back and forth
And sometimes I think of the front page of the newspaper
Where my dad's photo appears.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the fool chasing the air
And feeling happy to be able to breathe.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the last driver
On that highway
Of humanity.
My soul got lost on the road
That goes from Vallegrande
To the Higuera school.
My soul got lost on the road
With Santiago, with Gerardo
And with Carlitos Varela.
My soul got lost on the road
If you speak ill of the troubadour
Tune your tongue well.
I make songs that seem like ministries
And this is the pulpit where I'm going to preach
And sometimes I think there are five mysteries
And there are photocopies of the original sin.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the fool chasing the air
And feeling happy to be able to breathe.
Oh, look at the happiness I have,
Oh, look at the happiness.
I'm the last driver
On that highway
Of humanity.
My soul got lost on the road
From Buenos Aires to Salta,
From Bogotá to Cartagena.
My soul got lost on the road
Dancing with Los Van Van
And La Charanga Habanera.
My soul got lost on the road
If you speak ill of the troubadour
Tune your tongue well.
My soul got lost on the road
Singing with the people from Lima
And foreign powers.
My soul got lost on the road
And they don't know the lyrics:
Why don't they hum it?
My soul got lost on the road
The rest of the chorus
I leave it as homework.
My soul got lost on the road
On the path that goes
From the bridge to the alameda.
