Текст и перевод песни Saurom - El flautista

El flautista

[Bonus track]
Como el polen que arrastra el viento,
Afinándose su instrumento,
De maravilloso carácter, de ropas poco elegante,
De mirada penetrante y melodías interesantes.
Es de Hamelin,
Es el flautista que inhalando su amistad,
Toca las palmas y a bailar, todos se dejan llevar,
Sigue su compás, no se reveles a su toque medieval,
De lo contrario chiflara aunque no quiera bailar.
El flautista llego... por el horizonte,
Dibujando su figura, al sol de poniente,
Solo os pedirá un poco de amistad,
Y a cambio limpiara de ratas tu ciudad.
Es de Hamelin,
Es el flautista que inhalando su amistad,
Toca las palmas y a bailar, todos se dejan llevar,
Sigue su compás, no se reveles a su toque medieval,
De lo contrario chiflara aunque no quiera bailar.
El flautista llego... por el horizonte,
Dibujando su figura, al sol de poniente,
Solo os pedirá un poco de amistad,
Y a cambio limpiara de ratas tu ciudad.
Cruzaremos los ríos, lagos y montañas,
Y halláremos un valle sin humos y sin ratas,
El es el flautista de los cuentos de tu infancia,
Matador de Dragones gigantes y conquistador de damas.
Es de Hamelin,
Es el flautista que inhalando su amistad,
Toca las palmas y a bailar, todos se dejan llevar,
Sigue su compás, no se reveles a su toque medieval,
De lo contrario chiflara aunque no quiera bailar.
Tibicem pos hominum memoriam errat
Reliquens suum vistigium
Cum modulatio suae tibiae a eternan est.
Ut ignis aurum probat,
Sic miseria probat virtutem.

The Pied Piper

[Bonus track]
Like the pollen carried by the wind,
Tuning his instrument,
With a wonderful character, in not-so-elegant clothes,
With a penetrating gaze and interesting melodies.
He is from Hamelin,
He is the Pied Piper who, breathing in his friendship,
Claps his hands and everyone starts dancing,
Follow his rhythm, don't rebel against his medieval touch,
Otherwise, he'll whistle even if you don't want to dance.
The Pied Piper arrived... on the horizon,
Drawing his figure, in the setting sun,
He'll only ask for a little friendship,
And in return, he'll rid your city of rats.
He is from Hamelin,
He is the Pied Piper who, breathing in his friendship,
Claps his hands and everyone starts dancing,
Follow his rhythm, don't rebel against his medieval touch,
Otherwise, he'll whistle even if you don't want to dance.
The Pied Piper arrived... on the horizon,
Drawing his figure, in the setting sun,
He'll only ask for a little friendship,
And in return, he'll rid your city of rats.
We'll cross rivers, lakes, and mountains,
And we'll find a valley without smoke and without rats,
He is the Pied Piper from the tales of your childhood,
Slayer of giant dragons and conqueror of ladies.
He is from Hamelin,
He is the Pied Piper who, breathing in his friendship,
Claps his hands and everyone starts dancing,
Follow his rhythm, don't rebel against his medieval touch,
Otherwise, he'll whistle even if you don't want to dance.
Tibicem pos hominum memoriam errat
Reliquens suum vistigium
Cum modulatio suae tibiae a eternan est.
Ut ignis aurum probat,
Sic miseria probat virtutem.