From village to village the wind takes him
Following the path
His homeland is the world
Like a wanderer goes the puppeteer
He comes from far away
Crossing the old ones
br/>Stone roads
He is of that race
That from the square in
He sings his sorrow to us
áAllez hop
áPuppeteer, allez hop
From fair to fair, always smiling
He sings his dreams and his miseries
He empties his saddlebag
Of dreams that forges
In its long walk
A star falls upon us
That erases the trace
Of a bitter memory
Sings its romance
To the sound of a dance
HÃÂbride and strange
For the villager
To fill his hand
With the little there is
áAllez hop< br/>áPuppeteer, allez hop
From fair to fair, always smiling
He sings his dreams and his miseries
And when night falls
br/>In the old car
He will keep the gossip
And just as he came
He continues on his way
Lonely and sad
And maybe maà ±ana
Through that window
That shows the path
Your complaint reaches us
As you walk away
The puppeteer

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