El Vendedor
Shakira
The Salesman
In the empty square
He sold nothing
The salesman
And even though no one was buying
His voice never faded,
His voice never 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 sing
That is like a cry for freedom
That is like a cry for freedom.
Who wants to sell with me
The peace of a sleeping child,
The afternoon over my mother
And the time I am longing for?
Who wants to sell with me
The peace of a sleeping child,
The afternoon over my mother
And the time I am longing for?
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.
And as tomorrow passes
That bell of your song,
Town crier carrying
A thousand new things in your proclamation,
A thousand new things in your proclamation.
Carry in a basket the water
And the snow in a bonfire
And the shadow of your hair
When you tilt your head.
Carry in a basket the water
And the snow in a bonfire
And the shadow of your hair
When you tilt your head.
Who wants to sell with me
The peace of a sleeping child,
The afternoon over my mother
And the time I am longing for?
Laralarala...
