El Caminante (part. Beto Guzman)

I am a poor wanderer
Who doesn't even know where I'm going
I don't even know where I come from
And right now I'm not even sure

I wander alone in the world
Oh, how wretched I am!
I don't know how I came into the world
Nor do I know how I was raised

They say I was very young
When I was left an orphan
I never met my mother
I don't know who my father was

Cheer up!
My father was a bandit
Who died in jail
My mother, a beautiful young woman
Who died when I was born

How few come into the world
Wretched like me!
When I was 20 years old
And 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

Now this wanderer is leaving
Without direction, without purpose
I don't even know where I come from
I don't even know where I am right now
I wander alone in the world
Oh, how wretched I am!