Sapo Cancionero
Los Chalchaleros
Singing Toad
Toad of the night, singing toad,
Who lives dreaming next to your lagoon.
Tenor of the puddles, grotesque troubadour,
You are enchanted with love for the moon.
I know of your life without any glory;
I know of the tragedies of your restless soul.
And that madness of love for the moon
Is the eternal madness of every poet.
Singing toad:
Sing your song,
For life is sad,
If we don't live it with an illusion.
You know yourself ugly, ugly and deformed;
That's why during the day you hide your ugliness
And at night you sing your melancholy
And your song sounds like a litany.
Your voices ring out in open rivalry;
Your verses are empty yet so beautiful
Don't you know, perhaps, that the moon is cold,
Because she gave her blood for the stars?
