Mochileira [English translation]

Backpacker, lie with me tonight

And tell me that good old story

About how nights are bright at Machu Picchu

And days are golden at California

Miss, I don't have to read your palm

To know you won't go back

To the crazy life

Of the people, of the world

Of the ants trying to hide from the rain

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar

Pedro left on a boat for Nepal

Vera was in Amsterdam

Why not do something more fun

Than marrying a businessman and end up thinking

The weekly meeting of the lover's brotherhood is something exciting

The pleasures of the good old technocracy

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar

Miss, I know it's not cool

To be alone when fear comes to prey on us

And tonight Cusco is so cold

Hand me that bottle of wine

Yes I can see

Time has mistreated you

But the gods, they know

It was all worth it in the end

Miss, heavens is your friend

While these fun times last

And you're really, after all

The kind of cicada

That sings in the rain

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar

Dance, backpacker, and I'll play the guitar