La Cruz de Santiago
No era el hombre más honesto pero él
Era un hombre valiente y fiel
Tampoco la piedad se cobijaba en él
Malvivía, alquilando por tres maravedís
Su espada y vizcaína en
Ajustes de poco lustre y de peor fin
Eran tiempos duros y había que buscarse el pan
Reinaban la picaresca, la espada y el voto a tal
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Irá a buscar
A su espalda, una sombra y a pie
Le seguía sin perder
Ningún detalle parecía aprender
Su mirada reflejaba calma y paz
Su voz grave y familiar
Relataba leyendas de la antigüedad
Algo misterioso le envolvía, no dormía jamás
Cuentan que se alimentaba del relato popular
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Su nombre ocultó
En el tejado del tiempo
En el desván de los sueños se ahoga una voz
No creas en todo lo que veas
Solo haz caso a tu intuición
Y si albergas la duda
Nunca, nunca hallarás consuelo en tu interior
Lanza bien los dados
Porque el juego del camino ha comenzado
Agudiza tu ingenio
Sírvete de mancias, sírvete del tarot
Lee en el alma del bosque
Y adivina dónde la muerte se escondió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Brilla la cruz de Santiago
En su pecho por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
The Cross of Santiago
He wasn't the most honest man but he
Was a brave and loyal man
Nor did piety shelter in him
He lived poorly, renting for three maravedís
His sword and vizcaína in
Adjustments of little luster and worse end
Times were tough and one had to earn a living
Ruled by trickery, the sword, and the vow to such
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
He will go to seek
Behind him, a shadow and on foot
He followed without missing
He seemed to learn no detail
His gaze reflected calm and peace
His deep and familiar voice
Related legends of antiquity
Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept
They say he fed on popular tales
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
His name concealed
On the roof of time
In the attic of dreams a voice drowns
Don't believe everything you see
Just listen to your intuition
And if you harbor doubt
You will never, never find solace within
Roll the dice well
Because the game of the road has begun
Sharpen your wit
Use divination, use the tarot
Read in the soul of the forest
And guess where death hid
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go
The cross of Santiago shines
On his chest by the Sun
His face never revealed
The steel shines in his hand
His face pearls with sweat
Where the sea has no owner he will go