El Extraño de Pelo Largo

Wandering through the street
Watching people pass by (people pass by)
The long-haired stranger
Goes carefree

There's fire in his gaze
And a bit of dissatisfaction (dissatisfaction)
For a woman he always wanted
And could never love, never, never

It's useless to try to understand
Or interpret perhaps his actions
He is a strange king
A king of long hair

There's fire in his gaze
And a bit of dissatisfaction (dissatisfaction)
For a woman he always wanted
And could never love, never, never

It's useless to try to understand
Or interpret perhaps his actions
He is a strange king
A king of long hair

Wandering through the streets
Watching people pass by (people pass by)
The long-haired stranger
The long-haired stranger
The long-haired stranger
Goes carefree