La Canción Del Linyera
Paté de Fuá
The Song of the Vagabond
When the cheerful sun appears
Over the fields of the talar
Next to the railway
Go the vagabonds
Carrying like the snail
Their house on their backs and chance
Go the gypsies
Every day
They don't know about pain
And in every mouth there's a song
That loudly tells
Their joys
Indifferent to love
And in the eternal hustle
They discard
Melancholy
When the cheerful sun appears
Over the fields of the talar
Go the vagabonds
Every day
And as they pass by, a worker is heard
Singing this song
I'm a vagabond
I run the world and don't know where I'm going
I'm a vagabond
What I earn, I spend, I give
I don't know how to cry
Nor do I wish to succeed in life
I have no north
I have no guide
To me, everything is the same
