I Have Walked many Roads

I have walked many roads
I have opened many paths;
I have sailed a hundred seas
and moored on a hundred shores.

Everywhere I have seen
caravans of sadness,
proud and melancholy
black shadow drunks.

And pedantons to the cloth
who look, shut up and think
what do they know, why don't they drink
the wine of the taverns.

bad people walking
and the earth is stinking...

And everywhere I've seen
people who dance or play,
when they can, and they work
its four palms of land.

Never, if they arrive at a site
They ask where they are going.
When they walk, they ride
on the back of an old mule.

And they don't know the rush
not even on holidays.
Where there is wine, they drink wine,
where there is no wine, fresh water.