They walk around my sorrows
down the street from oblivion
looking for a comfort where to nest
this loneliness and mitigate this evil.
Roll down so many roads
this street penalty
leaving shreds in his moan
after a chimera that wants to live.
Callejera maybe one day
you will stop walking on the roads
singing this zamba my voice is
and this old grief will dissipate
singing this zamba my voice is
and this old sorrow will die.
Sadness of the roads
Loneliness of long tracks
You are the partner of this ambular
when at night I dream it again.
Because I no longer want to feel
the regret of his memory
Together in the nights this singing
And so I can forget you street.
Callejero maybe one day ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)