Ballad of a Minstrel
The minstrel he is singing his songs
of love and songs of peace.
The words that he is bringing
hide what smothers underneath.
The minstrel he is singing:
it's so very wrong to hate.
The words that he is bringing
can change murder into fate.
Don't ask him where he was last night
for he will have to say
he killed his brother in a fight,
but that was yesterday.
The minstrel he is singing
love a little, love some more.
The words that he is bringing
appear stranger than before.
The minstrel he is singing,
trying vainly to unwind
the words that he is bringing
symbols of a troubled mind.
Don't ask me why why of love he sings,
he'll be the one to say
he can't be bothered with the things
that happen yesterday.
Balada de un Juglar
El juglar está cantando sus canciones
de amor y canciones de paz.
Las palabras que trae consigo
esconden lo que sofoca por dentro.
El juglar está cantando:
es tan incorrecto odiar.
Las palabras que trae consigo
pueden convertir un asesinato en destino.
No le preguntes dónde estuvo anoche
porque tendrá que decir
que mató a su hermano en una pelea,
pero eso fue ayer.
El juglar está cantando
ama un poco, ama un poco más.
Las palabras que trae consigo
parecen más extrañas que antes.
El juglar está cantando,
intentando en vano desenredar
las palabras que trae consigo
símbolos de una mente atribulada.
No me preguntes por qué canta de amor,
el será quien diga
que no le importan las cosas
que sucedieron ayer.