A Mi Gente

To My People

Sitting on the curb of the sidewalk
Under the shade of some kind tree
We saw flirty carnivals pass by
Living mask of a town in pain

First it was Pitico and his boys
Pochilo, with his great inspiration
The poor people surround the stages
It's the chirimino who takes the song
The poor people surround the stages
It's the chirimino who takes the song

Warm February of musical siestas
Simple imitation of happiness
The sentimental poets from the outskirts
Give the flower to the neighborhood that is leaving

Divine town, plump, sabalero
I toast with you, lend me your heart
I want the secret of the man from your river
Of the chimney man, of the singing canilla
I want the secret of the man from your river
Of the chimney man, of the singing canilla

Give my eyes the light of your bohemia
Chats of the cowboy Roberto with his guitar
The flourish of 'sapo' from the greens
The 'fino' from Verija, the 'loro' and his drum!

Divine town, plump, sabalero
Cut paper, kids under the sun
Continue your struggle of bread and work
So the drum forgets, and the misery doesn't!
Continue your struggle of bread and work
So the drum forgets, and the misery doesn't!

So the drum forgets, and the misery doesn't!
So the drum forgets, and the misery doesn't!
So the drum forgets, and the misery doesn't!