Loco Bardo - Darna

Cuentan que algún tiempo

Se escuchó cantar, a un loco bardo

Una trova antigua.

Decía, que uno

No era loco por azar sino que

Lo era, por lo que veía

Dicen que tras las montanas

Vio una luz y no quiso mirar

Dicen que allí, el silbido del viento

Le hizo llorar

Cuentan que a veces a alguien

Se escucha cantar, que tras sus pasos

Se esconde su vida.

Sin rumbo fijo

Sin saber a dónde va y como guía

Una ilusión aún viva

Dicen que tras las montanas

Está oscuro y no quiere mirar

Dicen que allí, el silbido del viento

Le hace llorar

OH, entre sus versos encontrarás

Lo que esconde su realidad

They say that some time

Heard singing, a mad bard

An old trove.

He said, that one

He was not crazy by chance but

He was, from what he saw

They say that behind the mountains

He saw a light and did not want to look

They say that there, the whistling of the wind

he made her cry

They say that sometimes someone

It is heard singing, that after his steps

He hides his life from him.

aimlessly

Not knowing where he is going and as a guide

An illusion still alive

They say that behind the mountains

He is dark and does not want to look

They say that there, the whistling of the wind

makes him cry

OH, between the verses of him you will find

What hides its reality