Текст и перевод песни Pedro Aznar - Zamba de Juan Panadero

Zamba de 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 de trigo
Como quien entrega el alma
Y daba esa flor de 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
Harina su corazón
Al cielo se le volaba
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
Le 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 the Baker's Zamba

How lovely that I recall
Don Juan Riera singing
That's how the man liked it
To be named from time to time
That's how the man liked it
To be named from time to time

Baker Don Juan Riera
Kneeded with the morning star
And would give that wheat flower
Like someone giving their soul
And would give that wheat flower
Like someone giving their soul

How could anyone steal
Even if they wanted to from Don Juan Riera
If to the poor he'd leave
His door open at night
If to the poor he'd leave
His door open at night

Once in a while he would make just for fun
A bread of white doves
His heart as flour
It flew up to heaven
His heart as flour
It flew up to heaven

For his friendship in the wine
He sang without a voice
And to his song like the bread
His tears would salt it
And to his song like the bread
His tears would salt it

How could anyone steal
Even if they wanted to from Don Juan Riera
If to the poor he'd leave
His door open at night
If to the poor he'd leave
His door open at night