Paroles et traduction Dúo Salteño - Juan Panadero

Juan Panadero

Qué lindo que yo me acuerde
De Don Juan Riera cantando
Que así le gustaba al hombre
Lo nombren de vez en cuando
Que así le gustaba al hombre
Lo nombren de vez en cuando

Panadero Don Juan Riera
Con el lucero amasaba
Y daba esa flor del trigo
Como quien entrega el alma
Y daba esa flor del trigo
Como quien entrega el alma

¿Cómo le iban a robar?
Ni queriendo, a Don Juan Riera
Si a los pobres les dejaba
De noche la puerta abierta
Si a los pobres les dejaba
De noche la puerta abierta

A veces hacía jugando
Un pan de palomas blancas
Y harina, su corazón
Al cielo se le volaba
Y harina, su corazón
Al cielo se le volaba

Por la amistad en el vino
Sin voz, queriendo aún cantaba
Y a su canción como al pan
La iban salando sus lágrimas
Y a su canción como al pan
La iban salando sus lágrimas

¿Cómo le iban a robar?
Ni queriendo, a Don Juan Riera
Si a los pobres les dejaba
De noche la puerta abierta
Si a los pobres les dejaba
De noche la puerta abierta

Juan Panadero

My dear, I remember it so well
When Don Juan Riera would sing
He loved to be mentioned by name,
From time to time it would ring
He loved to be mentioned by name,
From time to time it would ring

Juan Riera, the baker, so grand
He'd knead dough by the light of the dawn
And give us the fruit of the wheat,
As if he were giving his heart
And give us the fruit of the wheat,
As if he were giving his heart

How could anyone steal from him?
Not even if they tried, dear Juan Riera
He left his door open at night,
For the poor who had no fear
He left his door open at night,
For the poor who had no fear

Sometimes, just for play
He'd make a loaf of white doves
And flour, it was his heart
It would fly to heaven above
And flour, it was his heart
It would fly to heaven above

Through friendship found in wine
He'd sing, though his voice was gone
And like his bread, his song so fine
Was seasoned with tears he'd drawn
And like his bread, his song so fine
Was seasoned with tears he'd drawn

How could anyone steal from him?
Not even if they tried, dear Juan Riera
He left his door open at night,
For the poor who had no fear
He left his door open at night,
For the poor who had no fear