Lyrics of El Titiritero - Joan Manuel Serrat

El Titiritero (original)

de aldea en aldea, el viento lo lleva siguiendo el sendero, su patria es el
mundo, como un vagabundo va el titiritero.
viene de muy lejos, cruzando los viejos caminos de piedra, es de aquella raza,
que de plaza en plaza, nos canta su pena alehop.
titiritero alehop de feria en feria, siempre risueño, canta sus sueños y sus
miserias.
vacia su alforga de sueños que forga en su andar tan largo, nos baja una
estrella que borra la huella de un recuerdo amargo.
canta su romanza al son de una danza ibrida y extraña, para que el aldeano le
llene la mano con lo poco que haya alehop.
titiritero alehop de feria en feria, siempre risueño canta sus sueños y sus
miserias.
y al caer la noche en el viejo coche guardara los chismes y tal como vino sigue
su camino solitario y triste.
y quiza mañana por esa ventana que muestra el sendero nos llegue su queja
mientras que se aleja el titiritero.
(Gracias a pablo por esta letra)

(translation)

from village to village, the wind carries him along the path, his homeland is the
world, like a wanderer goes the puppeteer.
he comes from far away, crossing the old stone paths, he is of that race,
that from square to square, he sings his grief to us alehop.
alehop puppeteer from fair to fair, always smiling, sings his dreams and his
miseries.
he empties his saddlebag of dreams that he forges in his long walk, he lowers a
star that erases the trace of a bitter memory.
he sings his ballad of him to the sound of a strange and hybrid dance, so that the villager
fill your hand with what little there is alehop.
alehop puppeteer from fair to fair, always smiling sings his dreams and his
miseries of him.
and at nightfall in the old car he will keep the gossip and as it came it continues
her lonely and sad way of him.
and maybe tomorrow through that window that shows the path we will get your complaint
while the puppeteer walks away.
(Thanks to Pablo for these lyrics)