Tamborero - Jorge Drexler

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

El padre del padre del tamborero

Le está contando a su nieto la historia de aquel tambor

Como le contó a su padre su abuelo

Que dicen le había contado a él, su hermano mayor

La historia que es larga y a veces es triste

Resiste si se descarga en cada generación

La historia que no se cuenta en palabras

Tampoco voy a contarla yo en esta canción

Para eso escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

La historia que un día el tamborero

Tocando el tambor le cuenta también a su hijo mayor

La historia en vez de unos y ceros

Se cuenta en madera y cuero tensado por el calor

Y así va pasando de boca en boca

De mano en mano que toca de corazón en corazón

Historia que suena es la del candombe

Y si se preguntan dónde está viva la tradición

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Escuchen tocar al tamborero

Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

The father of the drummer's father

He is telling his grandson the story of that drum

As he told his father about him his grandfather

What do they say she had told him, her older brother

The story that is long and sometimes sad

Resists if downloaded in each generation

The story that is not told in words

I'm not going to tell it in this song either

For that, listen to the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

The story that one day the drummer

Playing the drum, he also tells his eldest son

History instead of ones and zeros

It comes in wood and heat-stretched leather

And so it goes from mouth to mouth

From hand to hand that touches from heart to heart

History that sounds is that of candombe

And if you wonder where the tradition is alive

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum

Hear the drummer play

Moon full of leather is the market of his drum