Paroles et traduction Mägo de Oz - La Cruz de Santiago

La Cruz de Santiago

No era el hombre más honesto pero él
Era un hombre valiente y fiel
Tampoco la piedad se cobijaba en él
Malvivía, alquilando por tres maravedís
Su espada y vizcaína en
Ajustes de poco lustre y de peor fin
Eran tiempos duros y había que buscarse el pan
Reinaban la picaresca, la espada y el voto a tal
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Irá a buscar
A su espalda, una sombra y a pie
Le seguía sin perder ningún detalle
Parecía aprender
Su mirada reflejaba calma y paz
Su voz grave y familiar
Relataba leyendas de la antigüedad
Algo misterioso le envolvía, no dormía jamás
Cuentan que se alimentaba del relato popular
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Su nombre ocultó
En el tejado del tiempo
En el desván de los sueños
Se ahoga una voz
No creas en todo lo que veas
Sólo haz caso a tu intuición
Y si albergas la duda
Nunca, nunca hallarás consuelo en tu interior
Lanza bien los dados
Porque el juego del camino ha comenzado
Agudiza tu ingenio
Sírvete de mancias
Sírvete del tarot
Lee en el alma del bosque
Y adivina dónde la muerte se escondió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá

The Cross of Santiago

He was not the most honest man, but he
He was a brave and faithful man
Piety did not dwell in him either
He eked out a living, renting for three maravedis
His sword and Vizcayan
In low-profile settlements and of worse end
They were hard times and one had to find bread
The picaresque reigned, the sword and the vote to such
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go
Will go to search
On his back, a shadow and on foot
He followed without losing any detail
He seemed to learn
His gaze reflected calmness and peace
His voice grave and familiar
He told legends of antiquity
Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept
They say that he fed on popular stories
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest, by the sun
His face was never revealed
His name was hidden
On the rooftops of time
In the attic of dreams
A voice is drowned
Do not believe everything you see
Only listen to your intuition
And if you harbor doubt
Never, never will you find consolation within you
Roll the dice well
Because the game of the road has begun
Sharpen your wits
Use divination
Use tarot
Read the soul of the forest
And guess where death is hiding
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest, by the sun
His face was never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest, by the sun
His face was never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest, by the sun
His face was never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest, by the sun
His face was never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
Sweat pearls his face
Where the sea has no owner will go