El pequeño tamborilero

The road that leads to Bethlehem
winds down to the valley covered in snow
The little shepherds want to see their king
bringing gifts in their humble sack
rum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum
born in the manger of Bethlehem is the child [God].

I wish to lay at his feet
some present, the best gift of all
but he already knows I'm poor too
and I have nothing but an old drum
rum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum
in his honor, I'll play my drum by the manger.

The road that leads to Bethlehem
I’m marking with my old drum
there's nothing better that I can offer
its deep sound is a song of love
rum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum
when I played before him, he smiled at me.