Con Mi Bombo Y Mi Chin-chin
Con mi canción,
Yo voy, por las calles,
Sembrando risas y sin pensar,
Buscando voy, con que vivir, día tras día.
Con mi bombo y mi chin-chin,
Cantando voy.
Ya me olvidé,
Por qué, correr mundo,
No sé que buscas, ni a dónde vas,
Yo sigo igual, sin apurar, no tengo prisa.
Con mi bombo y mi chin-chin,
Cantando voy.
Una vez yo tuve la ilusión de ser un popular cantor,
Pero mi destino me lanzó a rodar
Y por centavos, canto y bailo.
Los niños son los que más me aplauden,
En mi escenario, que es la ciudad
Y en mi vagar, yo soy feliz y sin problemas.
Con mi bombo y mi chin-chin,
Cantando voy.
Música.
Con mi bombo y mi chin-chin,
Cantando voy.
Una vez yo tuve la ilusión de ser un popular cantor,
Pero mi destino me lanzó a rodar
Y por centavos, canto y bailo.
Con mi canción,
Yo voy, por las calles,
Sembrando risas y sin pensar,
Buscando voy, con que vivir, día tras día.
Con mi bombo y mi chin-chin,
Cantando voy.
With My Drum and My Jingling
With my song,
I go, through the streets,
Sowing laughter and without thinking,
I go looking, with what to live, day after day.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
I already forgot,
Why, run around the world,
I don't know what you're looking for, or where you're going,
I remain the same, not rushing, I'm not in a hurry.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Once I had the illusion of being a popular singer,
But my destiny threw me to roll
And for pennies, I sing and dance.
The children are the ones who applaud me the most,
On my stage, which is the city
And in my wandering, I am happy and without problems.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Music.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Once I had the illusion of being a popular singer,
But my destiny threw me to roll
And for pennies, I sing and dance.
With my song,
I go, through the streets,
Sowing laughter and without thinking,
I go looking, with what to live, day after day.
With my drum and my jingling,
I sing along.
Escrita por: J.C. Gil / B. Richard