El muelles - Presuntos Implicados

El muelles va recorriendo el arrabal

Cuando está bien le encanta saludar

Camina a saltitos, cruza sin mirar

Pero a veces le ves

Solo e inmóvil, sin hablar

Ni la lluvia ni freud

Le saben despertar.

él dice que hay un ángel en el pan

Un ángel de levadura, harina y sal

Que ofrece a cachitos para merendar

Brillan sus ojos al sol

Y comprendes en su voz

Que su conversación

Es solo corazón

The docks go through the suburb

When he is well he loves to say hello

Walk in small steps, cross without looking

But sometimes you see him

Alone and motionless, without speaking

neither the rain nor freud

They know how to wake him up.

he says there is an angel in the bread

An angel of yeast, flour and salt

That he offers little pieces for snack

His eyes shine in the sun

And you understand in his voice

that your conversation

it's just heart