A Quien Engañas Abuelo
A quien engañas abuelo, yo se que tu estás llorando
Ende que taita y que mama, arriba tán descansando
Nunca me dijiste como, tampoco me has dicho cuando
Pero en el cerro hay dos cruces que te lo están recordando
Bajo la cabeza el viejo y acariciando al muchacho
Dice tienes razón hijo, el odio todo ha cambiado
Los piones se fueron lejos, el surco esta abandonado
A mi ya me faltan fuerzas, me pesa tanto el arado
Y tú eres tan solo un niño pa sacar arriba el rancho
Me dice chucho el arriero, el que vive en los cañales
Que a unos los matan por godos, a otro por liberales
Pero eso que importa abuelo, entonces que es lo que vale
Mis taitas eran tan buenos, a naides le hicieron males
Solo una cosa compriendo que ante Dios somos iguales
Aparecen en elecciones unos que llaman caudillos
Que andan prometiendo escuelas y puentes donde no hay ríos
Y al alma del campesino llega el color partidiso
Entonces aprende a odiar hasta quien fue su buen vecino
Todo por esos malditos politiqueros de oficio
Ahora te comprendo abuelo, por dios no sigas llorando
Who Are You Fooling, Grandpa
Who are you fooling, grandpa, I know you are crying
Since grandpa and grandma, are resting above
You never told me how, you haven't told me when
But on the hill there are two crosses reminding you of it
The old man lowers his head and caresses the boy
He says you're right, son, everything has changed
The workers have gone far, the furrow is abandoned
I'm running out of strength, the plow weighs so much
And you're just a child to take care of the ranch
Chucho the muleteer tells me, the one who lives in the canyons
That some are killed for being conservatives, others for being liberals
But what does it matter, grandpa, then what is worth
My grandparents were so good, they did no harm to anyone
I only understand one thing, that before God we are all equal
In elections appear some called leaders
Who go around promising schools and bridges where there are no rivers
And the soul of the peasant is reached by the party color
Then he learns to hate even his good neighbor
All because of those damn professional politicians
Now I understand you, grandpa, for God's sake stop crying