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Jacinto Cenobio

Guadalupe Pineda

Jacinto Cenobio

Y en la capital
Lo halle en un mercado
Con su mecapal
Descargando un carro

Le dije: 'padrino, le andaba buscando'
Se echo un trago'e vino
Y se quedo pensando

Me dijo: 'un favor vo'a pedirle ahija'o
Que a naiden le cuente que me ha encontra'o
Que yo ya no quero volver pa'lla
Al fin ya no tengo ni'onde llegar

Murio su madrina la trenida
Los hijos crecieron ¿y adonde estan?
Perdi la cosecha, queme el jacal
Sin lo que mas quero que mas me da'

'Sin lo que mas quero ya nada es igual
Cobija y sombrero seran mi hogar
Por eso, por eso mi ahija'o regrese en paz
Y a naiden le cuente que estoy aca'

Quedamos de acuerdo
Lo deje tomando
Yo encendi un recuerdo
Y me lo fui fumando

Me parecio verlo en su verde monte
Sonriendole al viento y al horizonte
Haciendo una mueca pa' ver pasar
La mancha de garzas rumbo al palmar

Jacinto cenobio, jacinto adan
Si en tu paraiso solo habia paz
Yo, yo no se que culpa quieres pagar
Aqui en el infierno de la ciudad

Jacinto Cenobio

And in the capital
I found him in a market
With his mecapal
Unloading a cart

I said: 'godfather, I was looking for you'
He took a sip of wine
And stayed thinking

He said to me: 'I'm going to ask you a favor, daughter'
That nobody tells that they found me
That I don't want to go back there anymore
Finally, I have nowhere to go

His godmother, the trenida, died
The children grew up, where are they?
I lost the harvest, I burned the jacal
Without what I love the most, what gives me more'

'Without what I love the most, nothing is the same
Blanket and hat will be my home
That's why, that's why, my daughter, I return in peace
And nobody tells that I'm here'

We agreed
I left him drinking
I lit a memory
And smoked it

I thought I saw him in his green mountain
Smiling at the wind and the horizon
Making a face to watch
The flock of herons heading to the palm grove

Jacinto cenobio, Jacinto adan
If in your paradise there was only peace
I, I don't know what guilt you want to pay
Here in the city's hell

Escrita por: Francisco Madrigal