Reveron
Amarillo de su mango
Azul de su litoral
Con rojo de sol poniente
Pincelaba al despertar
Cuando estaba pequeñito
Miró las mariposas volar
Y aprendió a amar los colores
Con amor supo pintar
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Reverón pintor del pueblo
Con pinceladas de sueños
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Se quedo juana la gorda
Ya no sirve de modelo
La desnudez de un delirio
Te la pagaban con ron
Cuando vivo no valías
De bellas artes ni hablar
Hoy llevan del castillete
Cuadros para el gran salón
Te codeas con el greco
Con picasso y con renoir
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Se quedo juana la gorda
Ya no sirve de modelo
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Reverón pintor del pueblo
Con pinceladas de sueños
Las cosas de mi país
¿Hasta cuando pasarán?
Que dirá bárbaro rivas
Yo no le he compuesto na'
El día que tu partiste
Hubo tambores en el lugar
De tus ojos encontraron tus muñecas
Vestidas color fiesta de San Juan
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Reverón pintor del pueblo
Con pinceladas de sueños
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el muñequero
Se quedo juana la gorda
Ya no sirve de modelo
Reverón titiritero
Reverón el tamborero
Reverón pintor del pueblo
Con pinceladas de sueños
Reveron
Yellow from its handle
Blue from its coastline
With red from the setting sun
He painted at dawn
When he was little
He watched the butterflies fly
And learned to love the colors
With love he knew how to paint
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Reveron painter of the town
With brushstrokes of dreams
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Juana la Gorda was left behind
No longer serves as a model
The nakedness of a delirium
They paid you with rum
When alive you were worthless
No talk of fine arts
Today they carry from the easel
Paintings for the grand hall
You rub shoulders with El Greco
With Picasso and Renoir
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Juana la Gorda was left behind
No longer serves as a model
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Reveron painter of the town
With brushstrokes of dreams
The things of my country
How long will they last?
What will Barbaro Rivas say?
I haven't composed anything for him
The day you left
There were drums in the place
Your eyes found your wrists
Dressed in the festive colors of San Juan
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Reveron painter of the town
With brushstrokes of dreams
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the doll maker
Juana la Gorda was left behind
No longer serves as a model
Reveron the puppeteer
Reveron the drummer
Reveron painter of the town
With brushstrokes of dreams