El Tamborilero - Generación 12

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 zurrón

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

Ha nacido en un portal de belén, el Salvador

Yo quisiera poner a tus pies

Algún presente que te agrade, Señor

Nada hay mejor que yo te pueda ofrecer

Poder tocar ante ti un canto de amor

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

En su honor frente al portal tocaré, con mi tambor

El camino que lleva a belén

Lo voy marcando con mi viejo tambor

Nada hay mejor que yo te pueda ofrecer

Su ronco acento es un canto de amor

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

Cuando Dios me vio tocando ante él, me Sonrió!

The path that leads to Bethlehem

Go down to the valley that the snow covered

The cowherd boys want to see their king

They bring him gifts in his humble bag

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

He was born in a portal of Bethlehem, the Savior

I would like to put at your feet

Some present that pleases you, Lord

There is nothing better that I can offer you

Being able to play before you a love song

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

In his honor of him in front of the portal I will play, with my drum

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 is a love song

Ro po pom pom, ro po pom pom

When God saw me playing before him, he smiled at me!