El Tamborilero

The road that leads to Bethlehem
Go down to the valley that the snow covered
The shepherd boys want to see their king
They bring him gifts in his humble bag
Ropoponpon, ropoponpon
He was born in a portal of Bethlehem
The child God

I would like to put at your feet
Any present that pleases you, Lord
But you already know that I am poor too
And I own nothing but an old drum
Ropoponpon, ropoponponpon
In your honor, in front of the portal, I will play
with my drum

The road that leads to Bethlehem
I'm marking with my old drum
There is nothing better that I can offer you
His hoarse accent is a song of love
Ropoponpon, ropoponpon
When God saw me playing before Him
He smiled at me, he smiled at me