Lagrimas tiene el camino

Never was there a man so free,
never as strong as he.
His soul made him free,
his faith made him strong.
His walk was slow
and his words too,
and, a wanderer, crying, he left.
He spoke of
love and freedom.
Nothing ever
could hold him back.

Tears on the road
that the wanderer left:
Lost tears
that the wind carried away.

Through the towns he passed,
in all of them he told
what hunger taught him
and the thirst he endured.
But no one listened to him
and they laughed at him,
and, a wanderer, crying, he left.
Oh, no, no, no...
I will never forget him.
He spoke of:
hunger and thirst.

Tears on the road
that the wanderer left:
Lost tears
that the wind carried away.

Tears on the road
that the wanderer left:
Lost tears
that the wind carried away.