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