Lyrics of El Soñador - Jose Luis Perales

El Soñador (original)

A mirar el cielo en el amanecer
Alguien me enseñó cuando era un niño
A mirar la lluvia desde su cristal
Y a la golondrina hacer su nido
Y con la guitarra entre sus manos
Hizo de canciones un camino
Y con la mañana se marchó feliz
A cantar al mundo su verdad
Y se volvió soñador
Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad
Y de la flor
Y del amor
Y quiso ser poeta en la ciudad
Y no encontró la luz del sol
Y mudo entre la gente se quedó
Y se volvió soñador
Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad
Y de la flor
Y del amor
Y mudo entre la gente se quedó
Cuando recordaba su niñez feliz
Se le dibujaba una sonrisa
Y sobre su frente se podían ver
Esas ilusiones que traía
Por tomar de nuevo su guitarra
Y cantar aquellas melodías
Al nacer el sol por la montaña
O al morir el fuego en el hogar
Y se volvió soñador
Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad
Y de la flor
Y del amor
Poeta de la gente nada más
Y regresó y se quedó
Y quiso en la colina hacer su hogar
Y se volvió soñador
Y quiso ser amigo de la libertad
Y de la flor
Y del amor
Poeta de la gente nada mas
Y regresó y se quedó
Y quiso en la colina hacer su hogar

(translation)

To look at the sky at dawn
Someone taught me when I was a child
To look at the rain from its glass
And the swallow make its nest
And with the guitar in his hands
He made a path out of songs
And with the morning she left happy
To sing to the world his truth
And he became a dreamer
And he wanted to be a friend of freedom
and of the flower
and of love
And he wanted to be a poet in the city
And he found no sunlight
And mute among the people he remained
And he became a dreamer
And he wanted to be a friend of freedom
and of the flower
and of love
And mute among the people he stayed
When he remembered his happy childhood
He had a smile on his face
And on his forehead they could see
Those illusions that he brought
For taking back his guitar
And sing those melodies
At sunrise over the mountain
Or when the fire in the home died
And he became a dreamer
And he wanted to be a friend of freedom
and of the flower
and of love
Poet of the people nothing more
And he came back and stayed
And he wanted on the hill to make his home
And he became a dreamer
And he wanted to be a friend of freedom
and of the flower
and of love
Poet of the people nothing more
And he came back and stayed
And he wanted on the hill to make his home