La Ballade des baladins traducción al Inglés

The wanderers who wind the roads
Come from afar among the fields of wheat
Good people watch and listen
And the stars tell them to dance
The old castles erected from the depths of the Middle Ages
Seem to guide their steps as light as a morning
And among the dungeons perched in the clouds
Princesses wave to them with their hands
But twenty year old guys who look like gods
Carefree and joyful among their crazy rounds
Pass under the dungeons without saying a word
They don't look at their arms outstretched towards them

So dance, pretty wanderer
It's the ballad, it's the ballad
So dance, pretty wanderer
It's the ballad of Harlequin

It's a wanderer who winds the roads
Who are they in their golden costume?
Wanderers or gods in defeat?
Their only treasure is songs
When they are no longer thirsty, having drunk from the mist
They will dance barefoot on silver threads
That five thousand spiders will weave under the moon
From a holly branch to frozen fir trees
They are accompanied in the divine round
By the children of kings with long curly hair
It's a blue procession of a thousand mandolins
Where bridal veils float everywhere

This is how the greatest marriage is experienced
Of the girl of the wind with a harlequin
But it was all just a fragile mirage
And I'm left all alone with my tomorrows

Oho the wanderers
You go?
Take me