El Viajero

I'm the same traveler who left one morning
Head down and gloomy, searching for some comfort
Through narrow paths, I reached distant lands
Where there's only thorns and inhumane cruelty
Where boredom reigns, along with sadness and sorrow

I've tasted the bitterness of my harsh fate
Head down and all alone, I walk this road
And thinking of a time when I cried like a child
Sleepy and tired, I've returned to my home
Where everything has changed, I only find sorrows
And memories of a time that long ago has gone

Today I've come back again, feels like it's been years
Since I left my cabin and my homeland behind
With my spirit sick from suffering disappointments
Fighting with the spirits of foreign lands
That offered me a cup of poison for my thirst

I carry a burden full of bitterness
And a huge joy from my good times
That wandered away with my happiness from yesterday
Now all that's left is my path shrouded in grief
With a letter in hand and a sad legend
Where I keep the memory of an ungrateful woman

Poor little traveler, I've suffered in life
I've suffered in life what no one else has
And in my hours of pain, the hurt invites me
To a cup of bitterness, of suicidal brews
The torments have me
Like Christ died.