Jacinto Cenobio
Banda San Miguel
Jacinto Cenobio
In the capital, I found him in a market,
With his mecapal, unloading a cart;
I said: godfather, I was looking for you;
He took a sip of wine and stayed thinking.
He told me: I'm going to ask you a favor godson,
Don't tell anyone you've found me;
That I don't want to go back there anymore,
Finally, I have nowhere to go.
His godmother died, the trinity,
The children grew up, and where are they;
I lost the harvest, I burned the jacal,
Without what I love the most, what matters to me.
Without what I love the most, nothing is the same,
Blanket and hat will be my home.
That's why, my godson, return in peace,
And don't tell anyone I'm here.
We agreed... I left him drinking...
I lit a memory... and smoked it away...
I thought I saw him in his green mountain,
Smiling at the wind and the horizon,
Making a face to watch
The flock of herons heading to the palm grove.
Jacinto cenobio, Jacinto adán,
If in your paradise there was only peace,
I don't know what guilt you want to pay
Here in the hell of the city.