Canción Mansa Para Un Pueblo Bravo

The weeping of the cumaraguas
Is covering all my land
They ask for life and give it a century
But as long as nothing happens

In my gentle land
My gentle land

I know that one day you had dreams
You moved a river when you were little
But your soul was happy
With the arrival of the storm

Tired footprints mark your steps
But even though the river is very gentle
Little by little it faces the sea

Return to your turpial song
Fill the cardonal with shouts
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And the people have started to sow

Sometimes I think that the whole town
Is a boy running
After the hope that is slipping away

The young blood and the old dream
But by stopping being foolish
That hope will become true

Return to your turpial song
Fill the cardonal with shouts
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And the people have started to sow

Return to your turpial song
For the gentle town is now wild
Return to your turpial song
Fill the cardonal with shouts
Return to your turpial song

The apamates have dressed up
Like the Nazarenes at Lent
Sweet cheek of my town
The second one is hurting
To my gentle town, my gentle town

Return to your turpial song
Fill the cardonal with shouts
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
For there are semerucos up in the hill
And the people have started to sow

Red sun, east wind
The arms of the great sleeper open
The gentle goat is always herded
And that doesn't happen if it's wild

Return to your turpial song
For the gentle town is now wild
Return to your turpial song
For the gentle town is now wild