Sapo Cancionero

Singing Toad

Sapo Cancionero

Toad of the night, singing toad,Sapo de la noche, sapo cancionero,
Who lives dreaming next to your lagoon.Que vives soñando junto a tu laguna.
Tenor of the puddles, grotesque troubadour,Tenor de los charcos, grotesco trovero,
You are enchanted with love for the moon.Estás embrujado de amor por la luna.

I know of your life without any glory;Yo sé de tu vida sin gloria ninguna;
I know of the tragedies of your restless soul.Sé de las tragedias de tu alma inquieta.
And that madness of love for the moonY esa tu locura de amor a la luna
Is the eternal madness of every poet.Es locura eterna de todo poeta

Singing toad:Sapo cancionero:
Sing your song,Canta tu canción,
For life is sad,Que la vida es triste,
If we don't live it with an illusion.Si no la vivimos con una ilusión

You know yourself ugly, ugly and deformed;Tú te sabes feo, feo y contrahecho;
That's why during the day you hide your uglinessPor eso de día tu fealdad ocultas
And at night you sing your melancholyY de noche cantas tu melancolía
And your song sounds like a litany.Y suena tu canto como letanía.
Your voices ring out in open rivalry;Repican tus voces en franca porfía;
Your verses are empty yet so beautifulTus coplas son vanas como son tan bellas
Don't you know, perhaps, that the moon is cold,¿no sabes, acaso, que la luna es fría,
Because she gave her blood for the stars?Porque dió su sangre para las estrellas?