Me Lo Contó Canelón

I'm gonna tell you a story
That I just heard
That the town told me
The town never wrote it
Because it doesn't know how to write

The old canelón tells
He talks about a horse
White as milk
That the brown cow gives

Gallop, gallop
Looking for samán de güere
Looking for the same shadow
That his rider sought

And canelón never lies
If he lied once
He told a beautiful lie
Hidden in the hearth
Four men dressed in mountain colors
And they call them wild ones
To the chief of hunters
One afternoon he replied:
I haven't seen 'naiden' in a long time
It's just my dog and me
And canelón never lies

The old canelón kept talking

The horse galloping
One afternoon stumbled
Upon the empty bottles
That the president left
When he came with the gringos
To celebrate
June 24th
When the rider triumphed
And our best president
Sang the national anthem
"glory to the brave people..."
And the gringo said: yes!

Why do they say brave people?
If they sell it
Why do they say brave people?
If they sheathe it
I say with my song
What I didn't learn in school
Flag of Venezuela
Why have they sold you so much?
Why have they stained you so much?

The horse kept talking
Said the old canelón
Beware of those from the north
His rider said
But this testament
Is not heard on television
They keep selling you to the people
Each in their own way
But in the end they sell it
They come with their entourage
To the town's market
And sell it to the highest bidder
Who is located in the north:

The horse says the old canelón
Despite the anger
He almost smiled
When he said I see a free Venezuela
I see our Venezuela
Because with the gringos
The president will toast
Because the people
Toasting with the gringos
That shit, no

The man kills himself with shots
Says the old canelón
The man doesn't mistreat himself
Good friend hunter
The man kills himself dry
Says the old canelón
The man doesn't mistreat himself
Good friend canelón
The man kills himself dry
Good friend hunter (repeat)