DEFEATED

All along the Manchega plains
it’s seing again the shape
of Don Quixote passing by...

And now idle and battered upon the gray goes the armor,
and the knight is going idle, without breastplate and without backplate...
he goes charged with bitterness...
for his amorous battling
found a sepulture...
he goes charged with bitterness...
for there “stood behind his fortune”
at the beach of Barcino, in front of the sea...

All along the Manchega plains
it’s seing again the shape
of Don Quixote passing by...
he goes charged with bitterness...
the knight, defeated, goes back to his place.

How many times, Don Quixote, by that same plain
at the times of discouragement I look you passing by just like that...
And how many times I shout to yo: make me a site on your mount
and take me to your place;
make me a site on your mount
beaten knight,
make me a site on your mount
because I go charged with
bitterness too
and I cannot battle.
Put me on the rump with you,
knight of honour,
put me on the rump with you
and take me to be with you
a shepherd.

All along the Manchega plains
it’s seing again the shape
of Don Quixote passing by...