El Niño Del Tambor
Tatiana
The Drummer Boy
Ron pon pon!
The road that leads to Bethlehem
Goes down to the valley that the snow covered
The little shepherds want to see their king
They bring him gifts in their humble satchel
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon,
The child God has been born in a Bethlehem stable
I would like to put at your feet
Some present that pleases you, Lord
But you know that I am also poor
And I possess nothing but an old drum
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
In your honor, in front of the stable, I will play with my drum
Like this!
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon,
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
The road that leads to Bethlehem
I go marking it with my old drum
There is nothing better that I can offer you
Its hoarse sound is a song of love
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon,
When God saw me playing before him, he smiled
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon,
Ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
Ron pon pon, ron pon pon
