El Mendigo

At my door arrived a smiling beggar
Trembling and happy, he extended a hand
I gave him two coins and with a calm gesture
He asked, 'Are you happy?' I am not, good friend

What's wrong with you, Manuel, you're young and rich
And a pretty girl sighs for you?
I can't know and I feel confused
Well, wake up Manuel, come on, come with me

The moon will be the companion of your dreams
You will be very rich with the smallest dreams
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what to do...

We will be free like flowers in the field
Knowing that no one is waiting for your failure
It will be better, I better go

I have learned to pray and seek the moans
Of the old guitar that lives with me
I have learned to dream and tremble chilled
In the long winter nights
And in the dark nights when the dew burns
A passing star calls me... beggar.