El Niño del Tambor - Carla Morrison

El camino que lleva a Belén

Baja hasta el valle que la nieve cubrió

Los pastorcillos quieren ver a su Rey

Le traen regalos en su humilde zurron

Ron pon pon pon, ron pon pon pon

Ha nacído en un portal de Belen el Niño Dios

Yo quisiera poner a tus pies

Algun presente que te agrade señor

Mas tu ya sabes que soy pobre tambien

Y no poseo más que un viejo tambor

Ron pon pon pon, ron pon pon pon

En tu honor frente al portal tocaré con mi tambor

Cuando Dios me vio rockeando ante El

Me sonrió

El camino que lleva a Belen

Lo voy marcando con mi viejo tambor

Nada mejor hay que te pueda ofrecer

Su ronco acento es un canto de amor

Ron pon pon pon, ron pon pon pon oooh

Cuando Dios me vio rockeando ante El

Me sonrió

The road that leads to Bethlehem

Go down to the valley that the snow covered

The little shepherds want to see their King

They bring him gifts in his humble bag

Rum pon pon pon, rum pon pon pon

He was born in a portal of Bethlehem the Child God

I would like to put at your feet

Any present that pleases you sir

But you already know that I'm poor too

And I own nothing but an old drum

Rum pon pon pon, rum pon pon pon

In your honor in front of the portal I will play with my drum

When God saw me rocking before Him

he smiled at me

The path that leads to Bethlehem

I'm marking it with my old drum

There is nothing better that I can offer you

His hoarse accent of his is a love song

Ron pon pon pon, rum pon pon pon oooh

When God saw me rocking before Him

he smiled at me