El titiritero [English translation]

From town to town

the wind takes him

following the path,

his homeland is the world,

like a vagabond,

goes the puppeteer.

He comes from far away,

crossing the old

paths of stone.

He is from that race

that from plaza to plaza

he sings us his pain.

Allez hop!

Puppeteer, allez hop!

from festival to festival.

Always cheerful,

he sings his dreams

and his miseries.

Empty his saddlebag

of dreams that he forges

on his long gait.

He brings down a star for us

that erases the remnant

of a bitter memory.

He sings his romance

to the sound of a dance -

hybrid and foreign,

so that the villager

fills his hand

with the little there is.

Allez hop!

Puppeteer, allez hop!

from festival to festival.

Always cheerful,

he sings his dreams

and his miseries.

And at the fall of night

in the old carriage

he will put away the trinkets,

and just as he came

follows his path

alone and sad.

And perhaps tomorrow

through that window

which shows the path

his complaint arrives to us

while he is lost in the distance

the puppeteer.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:La paloma