Lagrimas tiene el camino [English translation]

There was never a man so free,

no man was so powerful as he.

Free made him his soul,

strong made him his faith.

His walk was slow

and his words too,

and he went wandering and weeping.

He spoke of

love and freedom.

Nothing ever

could stop him.

The route has got tears

that the wanderer left.

He went away crying

like the wind that drifts away.

He told all the people,

who he met on his way,

what hunger taught him

and about the thirst that he had.

But no one listened

and they laughed at him

and he went wandering and weeping.

Oh, no, no, no...

I will never forget him.

He spoke about

hunger and thirst.

The route has got tears

that the wanderer left.

He went away crying

like the wind that drifts away.

The route has got tears

that the wanderer left.

He went away crying

like the wind that drifts away.