El Caminante
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Wanderer
I am a poor wanderer
Without a course and without direction
I don't even know where I come from
Nor do I know where I am right now
Wandering alone in the world
What a wretched soul I am
I don't even know where I come from
I don't know how I came into the world
I didn't even know how I was raised
They say I was very young
When I became an orphan
I never met my mother
I don't know who my father was
My father who was a bandit
Who died in jail
They say I was very young
That he died when I was born
Few come into the world
Unfortunate like me
When I was 20 years old
I wanted to start my own family
But when I was with my girlfriend
And everyone in front of the altar
Because I was nobody's son
They couldn't marry us
This wanderer is leaving
Without a course and without direction
I don't even know where I come from
Nor do I know where I am right now
Wandering alone in the world
What a wretched soul I am
