Текст и перевод песни Lito Vitale & Pedro Aznar - Zamba de Juan Panadero

Zamba de Juan Panadero

Que lindo que yo me acuerde
De Don Juan Riera cantando
Que así le gustaba al hombre
Lo nombren de vez en cuando
Panadero Don Juan Riera
Con el lucero amasaba
Y daba esa flor de trigo
Como quien entrega el alma
Como le iban a robar
Ni queriendo a Don Juan Riera
Si a los pobres les dejaba
De noche la puerta abierta
A veces hacia jugando
Un pan de palomas blancas
Harina su corazón,
Al cielo se le volaba
Por su amistad en el vino
Sin voz queriendo cantaba
Y a su canción como al pan
La iban salando sus lágrimas

Juan the Baker's Zamba

How nice it is that I remember
Don Juan Riera singing
That's how the man liked it
They would name him from time to time
Don Juan Riera, the baker
With the dawn, he kneaded
And he gave that flower of wheat
Like one who gives his soul
How they would steal it
Not even if they wanted to from Don Juan Riera
If he left the door open at night
For the poor
Sometimes he would make, just for fun
A bread of white doves
Flour, his heart,
Flew to heaven
From his friendship in wine
Without a voice, he wanted to sing
And like bread to his song,
His tears salted it