Con Mi Bombo Y Mi Chin-chin

With my song,
I go, through the streets,
Sowing laughter and without thinking,
I go looking, with what to live, day after day.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
I already forgot,
Why, run around the world,
I don't know what you're looking for, or where you're going,
I remain the same, not rushing, I'm not in a hurry.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Once I had the illusion of being a popular singer,
But my destiny threw me to roll
And for pennies, I sing and dance.
The children are the ones who applaud me the most,
On my stage, which is the city
And in my wandering, I am happy and without problems.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.

Music.

With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Once I had the illusion of being a popular singer,
But my destiny threw me to roll
And for pennies, I sing and dance.
With my song,
I go, through the streets,
Sowing laughter and without thinking,
I go looking, with what to live, day after day.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.