Jacinto Cenobio

And 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 said to me: 'I'm going to ask you a favor, daughter'
That nobody tells that they found me
That I don't want to go back there anymore
Finally, I have nowhere to go

His godmother, the trenida, died
The children grew up, where are they?
I lost the harvest, I burned the jacal
Without what I love the most, what gives me more'

'Without what I love the most, nothing is the same
Blanket and hat will be my home
That's why, that's why, my daughter, I return in peace
And nobody tells that I'm here'

We agreed
I left him drinking
I lit a memory
And smoked it

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 adan
If in your paradise there was only peace
I, I don't know what guilt you want to pay
Here in the city's hell