El Juglar

They told him
That place was sad
And he set off
He said
That an evil spirit unleashed
Its wickedness in that place
Upon arriving there
People were saying
What's this guy up to?
And at night he
With his flute played softly
His lament and his moan

And those people
Had no heart
They felt no scruples
They laughed at him
They looked at him with disdain
They made no sense
They whispered
They insulted him behind his back
They were not cool at all
But one day
The weight of his truth
Began to destroy them

Someone
Attentive to his truth
Came to call him friend
They remembered with respect
The words
Of that beggar gentleman
For he sang prophecies
And enchanted
People with his sound
They called him freedom
Just like his song
Following his path