As evening falls down the alley,
The streets empty, El Sombrerón1 comes out
With a guitar in hand, a melodious voice
Who can resist?
In grand silence his thoughts entered her ears
She remained hypnotized, without words, trapped.
The moonlight gleams in his guitar
The lonesome traveler seeks beautiful women
Of long hair and great big eyes
In the dark night he caresses her as he sings
In grand silence his thoughts entered her ears
She remained hypnotized, without words, trapped.
His absence sickens her, he vanishes between worlds
Poor wretch...weeps for his misfortune
As evening falls down the alley,
The streets empty, El Sombrerón comes out.
1. El Sombrerón translates to "a man with a big hat"