El Soñador - Jose Luis Perales

A mirar el cielo en el amanecer

Alguien me enseñó cuando era un niño

A mirar la lluvia desde su cristal

Y a la golondrina hacer su nido

Y con la guitarra entre sus manos

Hizo de canciones un camino

Y con la mañana se marchó feliz

A cantar al mundo su verdad

Y se volvió soñador

Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad

Y de la flor

Y del amor

Y quiso ser poeta en la ciudad

Y no encontró la luz del sol

Y mudo entre la gente se quedó

Y se volvió soñador

Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad

Y de la flor

Y del amor

Y mudo entre la gente se quedó

Cuando recordaba su niñez feliz

Se le dibujaba una sonrisa

Y sobre su frente se podían ver

Esas ilusiones que traía

Por tomar de nuevo su guitarra

Y cantar aquellas melodías

Al nacer el sol por la montaña

O al morir el fuego en el hogar

Y se volvió soñador

Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad

Y de la flor

Y del amor

Poeta de la gente nada más

Y regresó y se quedó

Y quiso en la colina hacer su hogar

Y se volvió soñador

Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad

Y de la flor

Y del amor

Poeta de la gente nada mas

Y regresó y se quedó

Y quiso en la colina hacer su hogar

To look at the sky at dawn

Someone taught me when I was a child

To look at the rain from its glass

And the swallow make its nest

And with the guitar in his hands

He made a path out of songs

And with the morning she left happy

To sing to the world his truth

And he became a dreamer

And he wanted to be a friend of freedom

and of the flower

and of love

And he wanted to be a poet in the city

And he found no sunlight

And mute among the people he remained

And he became a dreamer

And he wanted to be a friend of freedom

and of the flower

and of love

And mute among the people he stayed

When he remembered his happy childhood

He had a smile on his face

And on his forehead they could see

Those illusions that he brought

For taking back his guitar

And sing those melodies

At sunrise over the mountain

Or when the fire in the home died

And he became a dreamer

And he wanted to be a friend of freedom

and of the flower

and of love

Poet of the people nothing more

And he came back and stayed

And he wanted on the hill to make his home

And he became a dreamer

And he wanted to be a friend of freedom

and of the flower

and of love

Poet of the people nothing more

And he came back and stayed

And he wanted on the hill to make his home