Coplas a Fray Martín - Kevin Johansen

Letra de «Coplas a Fray Martín"¡Ahí va Martín y su mula!

¡Ahí va Martín y su mula!

Allí se van calle arriba

Los dos, Martín y la mula

Llevan prendidos los ojos

Llevan prendidos los ojos

De vida y hambre de pobres

Los dos, Martín y la mula

Y te vas para volver, Martín

Con la siembra de tus sueños

Sombreando el atardecer

Y se la pasa viviendo

Y se la pasa viviendo

Con una mano sembrando

Y con la otra barriendo

Y es la esperanza del pobre

Y es el consuelo del rico

Un hombre de tez morena

Y el alma como palo…

Un hombre de tez morena

Y el alma como paloma

Es la esperanza del pobre

Y es el consuelo del rico

Un hombre de tez morena

Y el alma como paloma

Es la esperanza del pobre

Y es el consuelo del rico

Un hombre de tez morena

Y el alma como paloma

Es la esperanza del pobre

Y es el consuelo del rico

Un hombre de tez morena

Y el alma como paloma

Lyrics of "Coplas a Fray Martín" There goes Martin and his mule!

There goes Martin and his mule!

There they go up the street

The two, Martin and the mule

They have their eyes on

They have their eyes on

Of life and hunger of the poor

The two, Martin and the mule

And you're leaving to come back, Martin

With the sowing of your dreams

shading the sunset

And she spends her time living

And she spends her time living

With one hand sowing

And with the other sweeping

And it is the hope of the poor

And it is the consolation of the rich

A man with dark skin

And the soul as a stick…

A man with dark skin

And the soul like a dove

It is the hope of the poor

And it is the consolation of the rich

A man with dark skin

And the soul like a dove

It is the hope of the poor

And it is the consolation of the rich

A man with dark skin

And the soul like a dove

It is the hope of the poor

And it is the consolation of the rich

A man with dark skin

And the soul like a dove