Hombre Del Monte
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Man of the Mountain
When the afternoon yawns and the mountain turns to shadow
The man breaks the silence with the edge of a song
The man breaks the silence with the edge of a song
While the axe rests under the light of the Moon
The wine turns into song and that song is his fortune
The wine turns into song and that song is his fortune
Man of the mountain and the song, holding up the long days
God willing, life never becomes your own axe
If you don’t flip the wood, the guitars will run out
The day filters its rays through the thick branches
So that the sweat that’s rising shines on your forehead
So that the sweat that’s rising shines on your forehead
The giant falls beside you, the tannin weeps for its death
When your strength wears out, who will mourn your fate?
When your strength wears out, who will mourn your fate?
Man of the mountain and the song, holding up the long days
God willing, life never becomes your own axe
If you don’t flip the wood, the guitars will run out
