El Solitario

If I had another name before, time erased it
They call me the lonely one because that's how I go
Through the paths that the wind draws in the night
Through hills, valleys, and peaks, that's where I go
My horse has wings when I push him
My poncho is a proud flag of freedom
My curved knife shows itself fierce to strangers
Death will find me along the roads

Lonely one, lonely one, the wind shouts at me
Where will your light steps take you
And I tell the one who blows in the storms
Tomorrow when it dawns, I will think about it
Sometimes when in the evenings I see a town
I approach because I want to have a few drinks
And I feel that under the poncho the sorrows go away
Oh devils, you have to suffer to forget

Lonely one, lonely one, the wind shouts at me
Where will your light steps take you
And I tell the one who blows in the storms
Tomorrow when it dawns, I will think about it