Текст и перевод песни Valente Pastor - El Organillero

El Organillero

Cantando por el barrio del amor,
Se cansa mi organillo de llorar
Se meten a las orejas su rumor
Y se oye por todita la ciudad
Cantando por el barrio del amor,
Se cansa mi organillo de llorar
Se meten a las orejas su rumor
Y se oye por todita la ciudad

Ya se va el organillero, con su tema juguetón
Es olvido y es amor,
Y se aturde todo el barrio, y se salta el corazón
Cuando canta, su canción
En sus quejas, dolorosas,
Cuantas cosas, me contó
Sonecito callejero, lastimero y juguetón

Ya se va el organillero,
Nadie sabe donde va
Donde guarda su canción
Pobrecito organillero,
Si el manubrio se canso
Dale vuelta al corazón

Ya se va el organillero,
Nadie sabe donde va
Donde guarda su canción
Pobrecito organillero,
Si el manubrio se canso
Dale vuelta al corazón

The Organ Grinder

Singing through the neighborhood of love,
My organ grinder gets tired of crying
Its murmurs get into your ears
And can be heard all over the city
Singing through the neighborhood of love,
My organ grinder gets tired of crying
Its murmurs get into your ears
And can be heard all over the city

Now the organ grinder is leaving, with his playful theme
It's forgetfulness and it's love,
And the whole neighborhood is stunned, and the heart skips a beat
When he sings his song
In its painful complaints,
How many things he told me
A street melody, plaintive and playful

Now the organ grinder is leaving,
No one knows where he's going
Where he keeps his song
Poor organ grinder,
If the handle gets tired
Give your heart a turn

Now the organ grinder is leaving,
No one knows where he's going
Where he keeps his song
Poor organ grinder,
If the handle gets tired
Give your heart a turn