Sapo cancionero
Sapo de la noche
sapo cancionero
que vive soñando
junto a tu laguna,
tenor de los charcos
grotesco trovero
que estás embrujado de amor
por la luna.
Yo se de tu vida
sin gloria ninguna
se de la tragedia
de tu alma inquieta
y esa tu locura
de adorar la luna
que es locura eterna
de todo poeta.
Sapo cancionero
canta tu canción
que la vida es triste
si no la vivimos
con una ilusión.
Tu te sabes feo
feo y contra hecho
por eso de día
tu fealdad ocultas
y de noche cantas
tu melancolía
y suena tu canto
como letanía.
Repican tus voces
en franca porfía
las coplas son vanas
como son tan bellas
no sabes acaso
que la luna es fría
porque dio su sangre
para las estrellas.
Singing Toad
Toad of the night
singing toad
who lives dreaming
next to your lagoon,
tenor of the puddles
grotesque troubadour
who is bewitched by love
for the moon.
I know about your life
without any glory
I know about the tragedy
of your restless soul
and that madness of yours
to adore the moon
which is the eternal madness
of every poet.
Singing toad
sing your song
because life is sad
if we don't live it
with an illusion.
You know you're ugly
ugly and deformed
that's why during the day
you hide your ugliness
and at night you sing
your melancholy
and your song sounds
like a litany.
Your voices ring out
in open rivalry
the verses are vain
as they are so beautiful
don't you know perhaps
that the moon is cold
because it gave its blood
to the stars.