Alborada Guajira
Celina Y Reutilio
Morning Guajira
The morning breeze
Sways the green palm tree
And the sun bathes the meadow
In gold, silver, and crimson
The gentle stream murmurs
And copies in its waves
The green of our foliage
And the blue of our skies
(Olerola, Olerola
And the blue of our skies)
(Olerola, Olerola
And the blue of our skies)
In the Cuban hut
Life also awakens
When the rooster, always alert
Calls out into the air
In the kitchen made of palm
And logs and palm trees
The rich and tasty beans
Are boiling in the coffee pot
(Olerola, Olerola
The rich and tasty beans)
(Olerola, Olerola
The rich and tasty beans)
A Guajira couple
Walks arm in arm
He holds her close to him
She kisses him and sighs
On his fine horse
The Guajiro rides away
And disappears in the pasture
Singing a Cuban tune
(Olerola, Olerola
Singing a Cuban tune)
(Olerola, Olerola
Singing a Cuban tune)
