(And so you hear El Coyote)
(And Julian Alvarez and his Norteno Band, yeah)

I carry a hardened body
I'm a professional guitarist
I live in the bars
I keep myself by singing
Singing is my relief
And for a few pesos

I sing to the drunks
I also bring serenades
And I share with my clients
The sadness they carry
They have also given me a run
When they shoot at us

The hangover wants to kill me
Last night I arrived drunk
I'm just a simple guitarist
Without fame and without money

Friend of my friends
Bohemian of the bars

(And up with San Cayetano, mate Moreno)
(What a beautiful song, old man)

They will think poor beggar
When I walk down the street
And although sometimes poorly fed
I have never stolen from anyone
The decency I have
Is an inheritance from my parents

I also have my treasure
My treasure is my family
I give them what I can
That I love them goes without saying
With love I give them affection
Food, shelter, and cover
The hangover wants to kill me
Last night I arrived drunk
I'm just a simple guitarist
Without fame and without money

Friend of friends
Bohemian of the bars

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