El vendedor [English translation]

In an empty plaza,

The merchant couldn't sell anything

And though no customers bought from him,

His voice would never fade

(His voice would never fade)

I am going to set up a market

Around so many other merchants

So as to sell hopes

And buy sunrises

So that one day I sell

The melody made by the flowing

Water of that river

It's like a cry of freedom,

(It's like a cry of freedom)

Who wants to sell alongside me

The peace of a sleeping child?

The afternoon above my mother,

and the time of my being in love? (x2)

Maybe you've passed by

One who's come and who'll come

But the tree remains

In the grove of truth

(In the grove of truth)

Through the air I will offer

Wings that have never flown

And lips that remember

The mouth they've never kissed

When the morning brings out

The bell that is in your song

Town crier, you who herald in

A thousand new things in your cry

A thousand new things in your cry

I have water in a basket,

And snow on a bonfire

And the shadow of your hair

When you lean your head forward (x2)

Who wants to sell alongside me

The peace of a sleeping child?

The afternoon above my mother,

and the time of my being in love? (x2)

• Artist:Mocedades
• Album:Mocedades 5 (1974)