Hombre solitario [English translation]

Everybody says

that I am a solitary man,

that I have no friends, no love,

that I walk my ways

with nobody on my side;

that I’m a vagabond and a dreamer.

How little the others know about my life,

only murmurs, and they want to judge me.

That’s true that I’m a bit sad and lonely,

but more or less just like the others.

I have a guitar

that gives life to my songs,

a comrade in my solitude.

I have thousand loves,

thousand stories, thousand reasons,

that the time takes care to erase.

I have a house

on the mountain, close to the sun,

and an old dog

that always says that I’m right.

Finally, after all, I have

more illusions than reasons,

and a new story

to tell.

I have a house

on the mountain close to the sun

and an old dog

that always says that I’m right...