Текст и перевод песни José luis Rodríguez - El Guía

El Guía

Muy conforme con su suerte,
En silencio una cruz llevaba,
Y callaba
Era triste su mirada,
Y en el rostro calma reflejaba,
No lloraba, no lloraba.

En todos los hombres creía,
Pero mil desprecios sufría,
Esperaba ser su guía.

Sus hermanos no entendían.
Solo, se burlaban y reían,
Y reían.
Ahora claman su presencia,
Como culto rezan,
En su ausencia,
Y le piden que regrese.

En todos los hombres creía,
Pero mil desprecios sufría
Esperaba ser su guía.

The Guide

Very pleased with his fate,
He silently carried a cross,
And he kept quiet
His gaze was sad,
And his face reflected calmness,
He did not cry, he did not cry.

He believed in all men,
But he suffered a thousand contempts,
He hoped to be their guide.

His brothers did not understand.
Alone, they mocked him and laughed,
And they laughed.
Now they cry out for his presence,
They pray like a cult,
In his absence,
And they ask him to return.

He believed in all men,
But he suffered a thousand contempts
He hoped to be their guide.