El Titiritero - Joan Manuel Serrat

de aldea en aldea, el viento lo lleva siguiendo el sendero, su patria es el

mundo, como un vagabundo va el titiritero.

viene de muy lejos, cruzando los viejos caminos de piedra, es de aquella raza,

que de plaza en plaza, nos canta su pena alehop.

titiritero alehop de feria en feria, siempre risueño, canta sus sueños y sus

miserias.

vacia su alforga de sueños que forga en su andar tan largo, nos baja una

estrella que borra la huella de un recuerdo amargo.

canta su romanza al son de una danza ibrida y extraña, para que el aldeano le

llene la mano con lo poco que haya alehop.

titiritero alehop de feria en feria, siempre risueño canta sus sueños y sus

miserias.

y al caer la noche en el viejo coche guardara los chismes y tal como vino sigue

su camino solitario y triste.

y quiza mañana por esa ventana que muestra el sendero nos llegue su queja

mientras que se aleja el titiritero.

(Gracias a pablo por esta letra)

from village to village, the wind carries him along the path, his homeland is the

world, like a wanderer goes the puppeteer.

he comes from far away, crossing the old stone paths, he is of that race,

that from square to square, he sings his grief to us alehop.

alehop puppeteer from fair to fair, always smiling, sings his dreams and his

miseries.

he empties his saddlebag of dreams that he forges in his long walk, he lowers a

star that erases the trace of a bitter memory.

he sings his ballad of him to the sound of a strange and hybrid dance, so that the villager

fill your hand with what little there is alehop.

alehop puppeteer from fair to fair, always smiling sings his dreams and his

miseries of him.

and at nightfall in the old car he will keep the gossip and as it came it continues

her lonely and sad way of him.

and maybe tomorrow through that window that shows the path we will get your complaint

while the puppeteer walks away.

(Thanks to Pablo for these lyrics)