Biografia de Un Querendon

In a humble little house
With a palm roof
Of ridge and beam
Near a main road
Born from a great love
This plainsman came to be
Simple and hard-working

I grew up in the fields
My little black girl
Under the rays of the sun
From the pasture to the cheese house
From the garden to the big jar
With the overseer being
The crack of the whip

I was a foreman
On many moonless nights
From the watering hole to the lagoon
And in the playful mill
Where the sugarcane
So sweet like your mouth
Let out its innocent complaint
Of fresh cane juice and raw sugar

Stream of my wanderings
I remember you from afar
Just like the almond tree
Where I tied my horse
Of my noble inspiration

I also remember the granary
That patiently and silently
Kept the provisions
With which we always faced
Any tough situation

Those days went by
With great effort
To the rhythm of bread and sweat
The coffee lifted us up
Hot from the stove
A peasant race
Of rosaries and prayers

In the garden, the cornfield
And the rice field
Gave their best yield
The watermelon and the sweet potato
The pumpkin with the beans
And that's why in our house

There was never a lack of cracklings
Or hand-made cheese
Or the typical dessert
Or the little moriche stand
Or the basin or the mortar

In the lagoon
We cast our lines
And with the morning sun
We caught guabina, catfish, and tilapia

In times of adversity
As long as I have willpower
And some breath left
I’ll carry you with me
Alive in my heart

Here you have this treasure
The most beautiful testimony
Of a singing plainsman
Son of palm and savanna
A heartthrob from Guárico