El Caminante
La Dinastía de Tuzantla
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
I wander alone in the world, what a wretch I am
I don't even know where I come from
Nor do I know how I was raised
They say I was very young
When I was orphaned
I never met my mother, my father
I don't know who he was
My father who was a bandit
Who died in jail
That my mother was very young
That she died when I was born
That few come into the world
Wretched like me
When I was twenty years old
I wanted to start my own family
But when I was with my girlfriend
Kneeling in front of the altar
Because I was nobody's son
No, 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
I wander alone in the world, what a wretch I am
