Atardecer

The afternoon was declining
In the distant horizon
Next to the peak of a mountain
Next to the peak of a mountain
Softly the Sun was fading

Those in this payada say
That it had been left behind
From the wild ranch
Barely the snorting was heard
And after a while he fell asleep
And after a while he fell asleep
The field in silence, in peace

From the alfalfa carpet
The aroma was perceived
And whistling through the hill
And whistling through the hill
A restless partridge was going

The cui came out of its cave
On the way to the cane field
And with its usual calm
An ox rested lying down
As if it had found
As if it had found
The philosopher's stone

The night was coming
Step by step, slowly
Silent and eloquent
Silent and eloquent
Like my sadness

After a while it was already seen
Trembling among the heap
And like an improvisation
From its pearly cradle
The Moon shone calmly
The Moon shone calmly
Just like a mancarrón