He venido desde lejos
Rolando Alárcon
I've Come from Afar
I've come from afar
To sing a baguala.
The afternoon has turned bad
And night falls upon us,
But I am responsible
For the people waiting for me.
I've come from afar
To sing a baguala.
Whoever drinks my wine
Will always speak the truth.
Hits from a wooden stick
To mark the endings,
Looking for last names
And the names of the guilty.
They locked up the air for being free
In a dungeon.
When the air was set free
It came out pushing furiously.
What things the air doesn't knock down
When my people blow it.
