El Titiritero
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Puppeteer
From village to village
The wind carries him
Following the path,
His homeland is the world,
Like a vagabond
Goes the puppeteer.
He comes from far away,
Crossing the old
Stone paths.
He is of that race
That from square to square
Sings us his sorrow.
Allez hop!
Puppeteer, allez hop!
From fair to fair
Always cheerful
He sings his dreams
And his miseries.
He empties his bag
Of dreams he forges
In his long walk.
A star comes down
Erasing the trace
Of a bitter memory.
He sings his ballad
To the sound of a dance
Hybrid and strange,
So that the villager
Fills his hand
With whatever little he has.
Allez hop!
Puppeteer allez hop!
From fair to fair
Always cheerful
He sings his dreams
And his miseries.
And as night falls
In the old cart
He will store the props,
And just as he came,
He continues his path
Lonely and sad.
And maybe tomorrow
Through that window
That shows the path
His complaint will reach us
While he moves away
The puppeteer.
