Translation of the song lyrics El Canto Del Tero - Leon Gieco

El Canto Del Tero (original)

Vamos, vamos, cantorcito
Que andás de contramano
A la gente le costó mucho
Para verte triunfar
Y mientras vos cantabas, yo creo que tu mente
Estaba en otro lado
Contando las entradas
Devolvele al pueblo la canción que le sacaste
Ellos siempre están dispuestos a perdonarte
Quién te dijo que la gente
Se levanta alegre para ir a trabajar
Lamento decirte, pero estás equivocado
La gente sólo se ríe si le dicen la verdad
La verdad no debería ofender a nadie
El que no la acepta es porque mintiendo está
Yo creo que sos bueno
Y sos un padre ejemplar
Con eso no me meto, te deseo lo mejor
De todo corazón, te lo digo como hermano
Porque a pesar de todo de la misma patria somos
La gente ya quiere escuchar otra canción
Se sienten impotentes si un cantor no los defiende
El indio hace vasija y artesanía de barro
Y luego van de aquí y se la compran por dos mangos
Eso, por ejemplo, es decir una verdad
Y quedan muchas que podrías vos cantar
La gente te pide que ahora pagues una entrada
Ellos quieren verse alguna vez triunfar
Vamos, vamos, cantorcito
Que andás de contramano
Tus letras siempre dicen
Que anda todo, todo bien
Te doy un consejo: aportá un poquito más
Tu forma de pensar
Se quedó en el Club del Clan
Devolvele al pueblo la canción que le sacaste
Ellos siempre están dispuestos a perdonarte

(translation)

Come on, come on, little singer
What are you going against
It cost people a lot
to see you succeed
And while you sang, I think your mind
I was somewhere else
counting the tickets
Give back to the people the song you took from them
They are always willing to forgive you
Who told you that people
He gets up happy to go to work
I'm sorry to tell you but you're wrong
People only laugh if they are told the truth
The truth should not offend anyone
The one who does not accept it is because he is lying
I think you are good
And you are an exemplary father
I don't mess with that, I wish you the best
With all my heart, I tell you as a brother
Because despite everything we are from the same country
People already want to hear another song
They feel powerless if a singer does not defend them
The Indian makes clay pots and crafts
And then they go from here and buy it for two bucks
That, for example, is telling a truth
And there are many left that you could sing
People ask you now to pay a ticket
They want to see themselves succeed
Come on, come on, little singer
What are you going against
Your lyrics always say
Everything is going, everything is fine
I give you a piece of advice: contribute a little more
Your way of thinking
He stayed in the Clan Club
Give back to the people the song you took from them
They are always willing to forgive you