El Canto Del Tero - Leon Gieco

Vamos, vamos, cantorcito

Que andás de contramano

A la gente le costó mucho

Para verte triunfar

Y mientras vos cantabas, yo creo que tu mente

Estaba en otro lado

Contando las entradas

Devolvele al pueblo la canción que le sacaste

Ellos siempre están dispuestos a perdonarte

Quién te dijo que la gente

Se levanta alegre para ir a trabajar

Lamento decirte, pero estás equivocado

La gente sólo se ríe si le dicen la verdad

La verdad no debería ofender a nadie

El que no la acepta es porque mintiendo está

Yo creo que sos bueno

Y sos un padre ejemplar

Con eso no me meto, te deseo lo mejor

De todo corazón, te lo digo como hermano

Porque a pesar de todo de la misma patria somos

La gente ya quiere escuchar otra canción

Se sienten impotentes si un cantor no los defiende

El indio hace vasija y artesanía de barro

Y luego van de aquí y se la compran por dos mangos

Eso, por ejemplo, es decir una verdad

Y quedan muchas que podrías vos cantar

La gente te pide que ahora pagues una entrada

Ellos quieren verse alguna vez triunfar

Vamos, vamos, cantorcito

Que andás de contramano

Tus letras siempre dicen

Que anda todo, todo bien

Te doy un consejo: aportá un poquito más

Tu forma de pensar

Se quedó en el Club del Clan

Devolvele al pueblo la canción que le sacaste

Ellos siempre están dispuestos a perdonarte

Come on, come on, little singer

What are you going against

It cost people a lot

to see you succeed

And while you sang, I think your mind

I was somewhere else

counting the tickets

Give back to the people the song you took from them

They are always willing to forgive you

Who told you that people

He gets up happy to go to work

I'm sorry to tell you but you're wrong

People only laugh if they are told the truth

The truth should not offend anyone

The one who does not accept it is because he is lying

I think you are good

And you are an exemplary father

I don't mess with that, I wish you the best

With all my heart, I tell you as a brother

Because despite everything we are from the same country

People already want to hear another song

They feel powerless if a singer does not defend them

The Indian makes clay pots and crafts

And then they go from here and buy it for two bucks

That, for example, is telling a truth

And there are many left that you could sing

People ask you now to pay a ticket

They want to see themselves succeed

Come on, come on, little singer

What are you going against

Your lyrics always say

Everything is going, everything is fine

I give you a piece of advice: contribute a little more

Your way of thinking

He stayed in the Clan Club

Give back to the people the song you took from them

They are always willing to forgive you