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Tema: Romance Campesino

Autor: Reynaldo Armas

Para los gallos
Ay, lay, la, lay, me gusta contrapuntear con copleros veteranos
De los que cargan el verso
Tempranero a flor de labios
De los que visten el arpa con blancos lirios de mayo y se van por esos rumbos
Que transitó Cantaclaro
Yo jamás podría negar que nací en un vecindario
Impregnado de costumbres
Rodeado de ambiente sano
Donde el rejo y la totuma fueron como mis hermanos
El conuco y el jagüey eran sitios muy sagrados
La tinaja de beber, siento que me está llamando
A compartir con la tierra lo que ayer dejé sembrado
El amor y la constancia que nunca me abandonaron
Regresaré a mi terruño a cantar en los parrandos
Y a los pueblitos más criollos volveré de vez en cuando
En cada fiesta que anuncien, tarde de toros coleados
Cacho en la manga

English

Theme: Peasant Romance

Author: Reynaldo Armas

Ay, lay, la, lay, in a nearby stream, I'm going to bathe in the afternoon with the cool water born in the springs Everything healthy in the countryside has gotten into my blood and runs through my veins Just like a wild pony Without a saddle, without a muzzle, or a border that binds it That's why he identifies me with the green of the foliage With the pureness of the breeze that combs the landscape With the rowdy cuatro and the sound of its cordage With the kirpa and the chipola, with the corrio and the passage There the essence of my message is captured Who has Indian fiber for his mettle and his courage I like the girls from my land Always beautiful, affectionate and simple At night they are little lights that shine My land is an eternal wonder I have in the field My source of inspiration, where the heart drowns its sorrows and its brokenness and my horse Very early on Sundays I give him a bath and I saddle him and I go for the roosters Ay, lay, la, lay, I like to counterpoint with veteran copleros Of those who carry the verse early on the lips Of those who dress the harp with white lilies of May and go through those directions What Cantaclaro went through I could never deny that I was born in a neighborhood Steeped in customs Surrounded by healthy environment Where the rejo and the totuma were like my brothers The conuco and the jaguey were very sacred sites The drinking jar, I feel that it is calling me To share with the earth what I left planted yesterday The love and constancy that never left me I will return to my homeland to sing in the parrandos And I will return to the most Creole towns from time to time In each party that they announce, afternoon of coleados bulls chub on the sleeve</center
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