He was not the most honest man but he
He was a brave and faithful man
Neither did piety take shelter in him
Malvivía, renting for three maravedis
His sword and Biscayan in
Adjustments of little lustre and worse end
They were hard times and you had to look for bread
The picaresque, the sword and the "vow to such" reigned
Shine the steel in your hand,
Pearl your face the sweat,
Where the sea has no owner will go ...
Will go to find
Behind him, a shadow on foot
He followed without losing any detail,
It seemed to learn
His look reflected calmness and peace
His grave and familiar voice
It recounted legends of antiquity
Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept,
They say that he fed on the popular story
The Cross of Santiago shines
On your chest, by the Sun
His face never discovered
His name hid
On the roof of time,
In the loft of dreams
A voice drowns:
"Do not believe everything you see
Just listen to your intuition
And if you harbour doubt
Never, you will never find comfort in your interior
Throw dice
Because the game of the road has begun,
Sharpen your wit,
Help yourself with adivinaciones,
Help yourself with the tarot,
Read in the soul of the forest
And guess where the death hid "
Shine the steel in your hand,
Pearl your face the sweat,
Where the sea has no owner will go ...
The Cross of Santiago shines
On your chest, by the Sun
His face never discovered
Shine the steel in your hand,
Pearl your face the sweat,
Where the sea has no owner will go ...
The Cross of Santiago shines
On your chest, by the Sun
His face never discovered
Shine the steel in your hand,
Pearl your face the sweat,
Where the sea has no owner will go ...
The Cross of Santiago shines
On your chest, by the Sun
His face never discovered
Shine the steel in your hand,
Pearl your face the sweat,
Where the sea has no owner will go ...
The Cross of Santiago shines
On your chest, by the Sun
His face never discovered