El Tamborilero

The road that leads to Bethlehem
descends to the valley that the snow covered
the little shepherds want to see their king
they bring gifts in their humble bags
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He is born in a stable in Bethlehem
the child God
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I would like to put at your feet
some present that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I am also poor
and I have nothing but an old drum
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In your honor, I will play
with my drum next to the stable.

The road that leads to Bethlehem
I am marking it with my old drum
there is nothing better that I can offer you
Its hoarse sound is a song of love
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When God saw me playing before him
he smiled
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