El Drapaire

Always in the morning, whether it's sunny or rainy, despite the cold or the fog, from street to street, we heard shouting: 'Women, the ragman is coming' Like every morning, we saw you coming... You carried a sack on your back, a extinguished cigar, a torn 'trajo', the beret and the espadrilles. You always came followed by a bunch of kids. You were quite an attraction. You, your sack, and the song... I'm the ragman, I buy bottles and papers, I buy cloths and dirty clothes, umbrellas and old furniture... I'm the ragman, and the kids were singing. 'You're annoying me too much. Hasn't your mother told you that I'm the sack man?' And so until night, from street to street, and from tavern to tavern. With your papers and your body full of wine, you will return to your home. And you come back happy, because you bought everything: the fish, the wine, and a candle. And a bit of love, that any old lady must have given you. You never have time to think. Time to sleep. Blow out the candle. And the next day, to wander the world, you, your sack, and the song... I'm the ragman, I buy bottles and papers, I buy cloths and dirty clothes, umbrellas and old furniture... I'm the ragman, and the children keep singing. 'You're annoying me too much. Hasn't your mother told you that I'm the sack man?'