El Bailarín de Los Montes

I'm a dancer of the mountains, born in Salamanca
Accompanied by a drum, yeah
I come from the old days, you know
And you know what, an old devil's caught up in my dance
The Earth is beating
The mountain's a fire, a sign of death echoing far away, a warning
I want a sorrowful note that breaks this silence

Everything's the same, my feet and the ground
'Cause the rhythm owns the heart and its pains
I'm a dancer of the mountains, born in Salamanca

The drums baptized me
It was a January afternoon
Looking over the salt flats, distant changes of fire
All the devils danced
As if it were hell

I remember the past that never fades
Behind a distant beat, I feel it coming back

The counterpoint to life is dancing with death
Sometimes I like to play with my luck and
Well syncopated, losing myself in the water
I'm a dancer of the mountains, born in Salamanca