El Lute

Cuenta la leyenda que fueron los dos guardias civiles de la foto los que solicitaron que la imagen pasase a la historia. El personaje al que flanquean era por entonces el más buscado por la justicia a mediados de los años 60 en España. Eleuterio Sánchez, El Lute. Cómo no iban a querer salir en la foto, habida cuenta de la presa que habían trincado.

De lo que no había constancia era del alcance que habían logrado las desventuras de El Lute allende nuestras fronteras. Que Sabina o cualquier otro cantautor mencione o glorifique su figura podría resultar normal y lógico, aunque sólo fuese por haber puesto en solfa a las beneméritas fuerzas del orden público en tiempos de Franco.
Pero que fuesen los mismísimos Boney M, los que parieron éxitos, qué digo éxitos, auténticos himnos de la música disco universal (Daddy Cool, Rasputín, Ma Baker, Rivers of Babylon...) los que loasen las andanzas de El Lute podría sonar a coña marinera. Craso error. A continuación la prueba y la letra de esta oda a este Robin Hood ibérico, que no es que lo diga yo, por poco que se entienda la lengua de Skakespeare y de Victoria Beckham, veréis que no me invento nada....

This is the story of El Lute
A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal
Because he was poor
But he refused to accept his fate
And today his honor has been restored

He was only nineteen
And he was sentenced to die
For something that somebody else did
And blamed on El Lute
Then they changed it to life
And so he could escape
From then on they chased him
And searched for him day and night
All over Spain
But the search was in vain for El Lute

He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called El Lute
And he wanted a home just like you and like me
In a country where all would be free
So he taught himself to read and to write
It didnt help El Lute
He was one who had dared to escape overnight
They had to find el lute

Soon the fame of his name
Spread like wild fire all over the land
With a price on his head
People still gave him bread
And they gave him a hand
For they knew he was right
And his fight was their fight

No one gave you a chance
In the Spain of those days
On the walls every place they had put up
The face of El Lute
And he robbed where he could just like once Robin Hood
They finally caught him and
That seemed the end
But they caught him in vain
Cause a change came for Spain
And El Lute

He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called El Lute
And he wanted a home just like you and like me
In a country where all would be free
And then freedom really came to his land
And also to El Lute
Now he walks in the light of a sunny new day
The man they called El Lute

PD. Me juego lo que queráis a que el próximo verano la versiona David Tavare.