Julión Álvarez y su Norteño Banda el caminante

I am a poor wanderer
I don't even know where I'm going
I don't even know where I come from
nor do I know where I am right now
I'm alone in the world
I'm so unfortunate I am
I don't know how I came into the world
nor did I know how I was raised
they say I was very small
when I was an orphan
I never knew my mother
my father I don't know who he was
My father who was a bandit
who died in prison
my mother a beautiful young woman
who died at birth I
how few come to the world
unfortunate people like me...
When I was 20 years old
I wanted to make my home
but being with my girlfriend
and everyone in front of the altar
br/>because I am not anyone's son
they couldn't marry us
This wanderer is leaving
without direction and without direction
I don't even know where I come from
nor I know where I am right now
I am alone in the world
I am so unfortunate.