Manza Para Un Pueblo Bravo

The tears of the cumaraguas
Are covering all my land
They ask for life and give a century
But as long as nothing goes wrong

In my gentle land
My gentle land

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

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

Return to your song of the turpial
Fill the thicket with shouts
There are semerucos up on the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
There are semerucos up on the hill
And the people have started to plant

Sometimes I think the whole town
Is a kid running
After the hope that slips away

Young blood and an old dream
But no longer being a fool
That hope will become real

Return to your song of the turpial
Fill the thicket with shouts
There are semerucos up on the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
There are semerucos up on the hill
And the people have started to plant

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

The apamates are dressed up
Like the Nazarenes in Lent
Sweet cheek of my people
That’s hurting on the second hit
To my gentle town, my gentle people

Return to your song of the turpial
Fill the thicket with shouts
There are semerucos up on the hill
And a beautiful song to sing
There are semerucos up on the hill
And the people have started to plant

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

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