Lyrics of Tamborero - Jorge Drexler

Tamborero (original)

Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
El padre del padre del tamborero
Le está contando a su nieto la historia de aquel tambor
Como le contó a su padre su abuelo
Que dicen le había contado a él, su hermano mayor
La historia que es larga y a veces es triste
Resiste si se descarga en cada generación
La historia que no se cuenta en palabras
Tampoco voy a contarla yo en esta canción
Para eso escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
La historia que un día el tamborero
Tocando el tambor le cuenta también a su hijo mayor
La historia en vez de unos y ceros
Se cuenta en madera y cuero tensado por el calor
Y así va pasando de boca en boca
De mano en mano que toca de corazón en corazón
Historia que suena es la del candombe
Y si se preguntan dónde está viva la tradición
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor
Escuchen tocar al tamborero
Luna llena de cuero es la lonja de su tambor

(translation)

Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
The father of the drummer's father
He is telling his grandson the story of that drum
As he told his father about him his grandfather
What do they say she had told him, her older brother
The story that is long and sometimes sad
Resists if downloaded in each generation
The story that is not told in words
I'm not going to tell it in this song either
For that, listen to the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
The story that one day the drummer
Playing the drum, he also tells his eldest son
History instead of ones and zeros
It comes in wood and heat-stretched leather
And so it goes from mouth to mouth
From hand to hand that touches from heart to heart
History that sounds is that of candombe
And if you wonder where the tradition is alive
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum
Hear the drummer play
Moon full of leather is the market of his drum