Cunaviche Adentro
El Gran Combo de Puerto Rico
Inside Cunaviche
The cowboy rides on
Smelling of cow sweat
And black coffee
That he drank in the early morning
The cowboy rides on
His tune accompanies him
When he sings to the moon
When the moon has water
The breeze smells like something
The dog starts barking
The cowboy was crying
Even though you hear him sing
The rooster sings in the morning
But no one has found out
When the rooster is sad
He rides
Always the cowboy
Crying
Always the cowboy
Splashing in the stream
A flock of scarlet ibis
That rises piercing the sky
Makes the cowboy sadder
He sings to the sadness
That entered the hut
He can never get it out
Because he carries it inside
The cowboy sings and cries
The cowboy sings and rides
The cowboy sings and cries
The cowboy sings and rides
Crying the cowboy
Suffering the cowboy
Inside Cunaviche
Inside Cunaviche
Crying the cowboy
Suffering his land
Crying his soil
Inside Cunaviche
Inside Cunaviche
A stubble inside
And his sweet tune
Like water from a jar
To sweeten his black coffee
Even if it doesn't sweeten his life
The cowboy was crying
Inside Cunaviche
Crying the cowboy
Inside Cunaviche
A stubble inside
Crying his soil
Crying even to his hat
Crying to the horse
Inland
Cowboy inside
Suffering inside
Crying the cowboy
Crying even to his hat
