La Ruana
Garzón y Collazos
The Ruana
The cape of the old nobleman,
It breaks to make a ruana
And four stripes confuse
The castle and the hut,
It is the founder of towns
With the tiple and with the axe,
And with the wandering dog
That swallowed the mountains.
Male male coat,
Paisa cradle blanket,
Faithful shadow of my grandparents
And treasure of the homeland.
Taste of sweet sin
And sweet warmth of skirts
It screams with its four points
The embrace of the ruana.
Because I have a noble ancestor
Of Don Quixote and Quimbaya,
I made an Antioquian ruana
From a Castilian cape
That's why when its folds
I embrace and they embrace me,
I feel that my proud ruana
Is embracing my soul.
Male male coat,
Paisa cradle blanket,
Faithful shadow of my grandparents
And treasure of the homeland.
Taste of sweet sin
And sweet warmth of skirts
It screams with its four points
The embrace of the ruana.
