El Ceibo Triste
Luis Reinaldi
The Sad Ceibo
They come cutting down the mountains
They have killed my brothers
Lumberjack, look at my hands
They hurt just like yours
Lumberjack, look at my hands
They hurt just like yours
I am the tree of the drums
I gave birth to the national flower
All my wood sings
But you don't listen to it
All my wood sings
But you don't listen to it
When the lumberjack approached
The ceibo tree knelt down
Lumberjack, tear out my soul
Dig into my heart
And make me a legüero drum
To die as a singer
The lumberjack looked at him
As if understanding his pain
He kissed the bark
And shed a tear
He kissed the bark
And shed a tear
Every blow I strike you
It pierces my chest
I don't want to, brother ceibo
These are orders from a boss
I don't want to, brother ceibo
These are orders from a boss
