Letra 'Another christmas song' de 'Jethro Tull' traducida al español

Hope everybodyand's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.
hope everyoneand's connected to that long distance phone.
old man, heand's a mountain.
old man, heand's an island.
old man, heand's a-walking says:
andquot;iand'm going to call, call all my children homeandquot;.
Hope everybodyand's dancing to their own drum this fine morning:
the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town.
old man, heand's calling for his supper.
calling for his whisky.
calling for his sons and daughters, yeah
calling, calling all his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.
mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
everyone is from somewhere
even if youand've never been there.
so take a minute to remember the part of you
that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars youand're fighting out there, this winterand's morning?
maybe itand's always time for another christmas song.
old man heand's asleep now.
heand's got appointments to keep now.
dreaming of his sons and daughters, yeah, proving,
proving that the blood is strong.