El Pequeño Tamborilero - Raphael

El camino que lleva a Belén,

Baja hasta el valle que la nieve cubrió

Los pastorcillos quieren ver a su rey

Le traen regalos en su humilde zurrón.

Ropo pom pom, ropo pom pom.

Ha nacido en un portal de Belén

El niño Dios.

Yo quisiera poner a tus pies

Algún presente que te agrade, Señor,

Mas tu ya sabes que soy pobre también

Y no poseo más que un viejo tambor,

Ropo pom pom, ropo pom pom.

En tu honor frente al portal tocaré

Con mi tambor.

El camino que lleva a Belén,

Yo voy marcando con mi viejo tambor;

Nada mejor hay que yo pueda ofrecer,

Su ronco acento es un canto de amor.

Ropo pom pom, ropo pom pom.

Cuando Dios me vio tocando ante él,

Me sonrió.

The road that leads to Bethlehem,

Go down to the valley that the snow covered

The cowherd boys want to see their king

They bring him gifts in their humble bag.

Ropo pom pom, rope pom pom.

He was born in a portal of Bethlehem

The God child.

I would like to put at your feet

Some present that pleases you, Lord,

But you already know that I'm poor too

And I own nothing but an old drum,

Ropo pom pom, rope pom pom.

In your honor in front of the portal I will play

With my drum.

The road that leads to Bethlehem,

I go marking with my old drum;

There is nothing better that I can offer,

His gruff accent is a love song.

Ropo pom pom, rope pom pom.

When God saw me playing before him,

He smiled at me.