Balada de Tolito

Tolito has a dice and a pigeon
A cough and a glass full of wine
And clothes with dust from the roads
Roads that never led to Rome

Magician of the cards and the smile
Wandering juggler of the squares
Heart that shows through his shirt
Boots for walking without hurry or insoles

The show begins, pay attention
The circus fits in a train seat
The show begins, pay attention
Second-class ticket, next station

If not for the soul and the mane
He wouldn't stand out from his neighbors
His job is to twist the neck of sorrow
And open a window to fantasy

To sleep like a log, all he needs
Is wine, bread, and tobacco
He might offer you a comb or read the cards
And pull the king of clubs from your armpit

If you want to see him, come, look on the platform
Tolito is always getting off some train
If you want to see him, come, look on the platform
Tolito is always getting on the first train

Every time two travelers meet
They share their adventures and grievances
They hang a question mark on the night
And reach the bottom of the bottles

Then, between four bare walls
And two meager mattresses
They exchange tricks and secrets
Of the art of traveling from fair to fair

Pour us two more glasses before closing
Dying must be to stop walking
Pour us two more glasses before closing
Today I drink to your health, tomorrow God will decide