El Tamborilero (El Niño Del Tambor)

The road that goes to Bethlehem
Goes down the valley covered by snow
The shepherds want to see their king
They bring him gifts in their humble bag
Ropoponpon, ropoponpon
He has been born in a Bethlehem gateway
The child Jesus

I would have wanted to put at your feet
Someone here to please you, Lord
But you more than anyone know that I am also poor
And I have nothing more than an old drum
Ropoponpon, ropoponpon
In front of the gate, I will play
My drum in your honour

The road that goes to Bethlehem
I go marching with my old drum
I can offer you nothing better
Its rough beat is a song of love
Ropoponpon, ropoponpon
When God saw me playing to him
He smiled at me