Al vaivén de mi carreta [English translation]

Eh, the early morning approaches

The roosters are singing

Man, they're announcing

That the day begins, well then...

Eh, the year comes and the year goes

I work from morning till night

And every day I'm worse

Man, what a disappointment, well then...

When will I arrive... when I arrive at the hut?1

When will I arrive... when I arrive at my hut?

Eh, I work for I-don't-even-know-who

What a most true saying

Sweating for money

That you don't (even get to) see, you know2

A sad life, that of a cart driver

Who wanders through these reeds

Knowing that his life is an exile

He cheers himself up with his songs

When will I arrive... when I arrive at the hut?

When will I arrive... when I arrive at my hut?

1. "bohío" is a type of small structure made of straw and reeds, it seems like. http://bit.ly/QdGZFI2. "money that you don't see in hand." Meaning money that he doesn't even get to use freely.

• Artist:Guillermo Portabales