Like a wandering dove
Without my own direction
I navigate and go through rivers and seas
Without peace or shelter, or protection
From the south to the north
as a bohemian
crossing my homeland
looking for shelter, consolation and happiness
And invane everything is poor for me
ay until it seems I'm in huentitlan
I lost my parents when I was a child
and I'm alone in this world
for this moment I go wothout direction
and I'll have my rest in the tomb
I have no parents, no sons
no brother, I don't have the love of a women
I'm so unlucky
that I cry a lot
ay although doves are good
they're always wandering
I had sons and they left me
I had parents and I lost them
I had women and they deceived me
there is no one who takes care of me or is worried for me
I lift up my prays to the sky
so that it calm my sorrow
there is etern God who never leaves me
give me happiness and future