He andado muchos caminos by Antonio Machado Lyrics
He andado muchos caminos...
He andado muchos caminos,
he abierto muchas veredas;
he navegado en cien mares,
y atracado en cien riberas.
En todas partes he visto
caravanas de tristeza,
soberbios y melancólicos
borrachos de sombra negra,
y pedantones al paño
que miran, callan, y piensan
que saben, porque no beben
el vino de las tabernas.
Mala gente que camina
y va apestando la tierra...
Y en todas partes he visto
gentes que danzan o juegan,
cuando pueden, y laboran
sus cuatro palmos de tierra.
Nunca, si llegan a un sitio,
preguntan a dónde llegan.
Cuando caminan, cabalgan
a lomos de mula vieja,
y no conocen la prisa
ni aun en los días de fiesta.
Donde hay vino, beben vino;
donde no hay vino, agua fresca.
Son buenas gentes que viven,
laboran, pasan y sueñan,
y en un día como tantos,
descansan bajo la tierra.
English Translation
I have walked down many roads.
I have cut many new paths.
I have sailed in a hundred seas
And docked in a hundred shores.
In all the places, I have seen
Caravans of sad people,
Magnificent, yet beaten down
Drunk with black shade.
And the self-righteous
in their fancy clothes,
that watch, closed mouth
but thinking that they are better
because they don’t drink wine in the taverns.
Bad people who walk
And in their walking
Stink up the land.
Still, everywhere, I have seen
People who dance and play,
When they can,
And toil their little plot of earth.
When arriving at a place
They never ask where they are
Walking, or riding on the back
Of an old mule.
They have no reason to hurry,
Not even on the holy days.
When there is wine, they drink it.
And, when no wine, they drink cold water.
They are good people who live,
Work, they pass and dream.
And on a day like so many,
Rest under the earth.
He andado muchos caminos,
he abierto muchas veredas;
he navegado en cien mares,
y atracado en cien riberas.
En todas partes he visto
caravanas de tristeza,
soberbios y melancólicos
borrachos de sombra negra,
y pedantones al paño
que miran, callan, y piensan
que saben, porque no beben
el vino de las tabernas.
Mala gente que camina
y va apestando la tierra...
Y en todas partes he visto
gentes que danzan o juegan,
cuando pueden, y laboran
sus cuatro palmos de tierra.
Nunca, si llegan a un sitio,
preguntan a dónde llegan.
Cuando caminan, cabalgan
a lomos de mula vieja,
y no conocen la prisa
ni aun en los días de fiesta.
Donde hay vino, beben vino;
donde no hay vino, agua fresca.
Son buenas gentes que viven,
laboran, pasan y sueñan,
y en un día como tantos,
descansan bajo la tierra.
English Translation
I have walked down many roads.
I have cut many new paths.
I have sailed in a hundred seas
And docked in a hundred shores.
In all the places, I have seen
Caravans of sad people,
Magnificent, yet beaten down
Drunk with black shade.
And the self-righteous
in their fancy clothes,
that watch, closed mouth
but thinking that they are better
because they don’t drink wine in the taverns.
Bad people who walk
And in their walking
Stink up the land.
Still, everywhere, I have seen
People who dance and play,
When they can,
And toil their little plot of earth.
When arriving at a place
They never ask where they are
Walking, or riding on the back
Of an old mule.
They have no reason to hurry,
Not even on the holy days.
When there is wine, they drink it.
And, when no wine, they drink cold water.
They are good people who live,
Work, they pass and dream.
And on a day like so many,
Rest under the earth.