El Vendedor
Mocedades
The Vendor
In the empty square
He sold nothing
The vendor
And even though no one bought
His voice never faded
Never his voice faded
I'm going to set up a market
Among so many merchants
To sell hopes
And buy sunrises
To sell one day
The melody
That makes the water
Of that river flow
That is like a cry
Of freedom
Who wants to sell with me
The peace of a sleeping child
The afternoon over my mother
And the time in which I am loving?
You are the one who has passed
The one who has arrived
And the one who will come
Sell the tree that remains
In the grove
Of truth
In the grove of truth
I'm going to offer through the air
The wings that have not flown
And the lips that remember
The mouth they have not kissed
Raise every morning
That bell
Of your song
Herald who carries
A thousand new things
In your proclamation
A thousand new things in your proclamation
I sell in a basket the water
And the snow in a bonfire
And the shadow of your hair
When you tilt your head
