Juan Del Monte

Juan Del Monte

Juan Del Monte

Dawned chacareraChacarera amanecida
The one that the little fox singsEsa que canta el zorrito
The one who steals the hensEl que roba las gallinas
And stays aloneY que se queda solito

Always hungry on the roadsSiempre hambriao en los caminos
Nobody gives him foodNo le da nadie comida
He walks alone through the mountainsAnda solo por los montes
Ready to fight lifeMeta pelearle a la vida

He doesn't want to boastÉl no quisiera alabarse
He doesn't want to be a basinNo quiere ser palangana
There is no woman who doesn't bloomNo hay mujer que no florezca
For the fox every morningPal zorro cada mañana

Nobody knows he has childrenNadie sabe que tiene hijos
For whom he criesQue por sus hijitos llora
And for those little foxesY que por esos zorritos
He steals from those who haveA los que tienen les roba

When he plays with the boxCuando juega con la caja
He makes the chirlera cryHace llorar la chirlera
And dances with his tail in the airY baila la cola al aire
Basil in both earsAlbahaca en las dos orejas

When the dogs are set on himCuando me le echan los perros
They all appear togetherAparecen todos juntos
And the fox in the thicketsY el zorro en los yuyarales
Just disappears into thin airLo mismo se les hace humo

Poor Juan del MontePobrecito Juan del Monte
Death has already covered himYa lo ha tapado la muerte
And she herself is sayingY ella misma va diciendo
Sadly that she killed luckTriste que mató a la suerte

Nobody knows he has childrenNadie sabe que tiene hijos
For whom he criesQue por sus hijitos llora
And for those little foxesY que por esos zorritos
He steals from those who haveA los que tienen les roba