El Errante

I'm going to cheer up Sinaloa style
With the tambora, the heart is happy
I want to drink mezcal from the lone palm
To calm down my passion a little

I live thinking about loves I've had
And nostalgia embraces my being
Everywhere I'm judged as lost
A wanderer who lives for pleasure

I'm the wanderer who roams through life
Looking for loves that understand
And even if I have to lose in the game
Anyway, I don't stop loving

In Escuinapa I played with two loves
In El Rosario, I enjoyed life
In Mazatlan, my passions grew
In Culiacan, I fell in love with the most beautiful

Excited, I went to Guamuchil
But in Guasave, luck changed for me
And even though in Los Mochis I didn't have any affection
Topolobampo offered me loves

I'm the wanderer who roams through life
Looking for loves that understand
And even if I have to lose in the game
Anyway, I don't stop loving.