El Parrandero

Moonlit path
To the party shack
To the party shack
Llanera harp strumming
Singer of the festivities
Maraca player of the dance
When the evening star is inspired
Above the dark guama hair

Ribbon, flower, and streamer
Carries my chestnut horse
Carries my chestnut horse
Lovely manes bounce
With the rhythm of the song
And a hummingbird from the horizons
Gets lost in the savannah
Wide open

It must be the nostalgia
That the breeze from the palm grove
That the breeze from the palm grove
Runs over my singing
Towards the grim savannah
That's why my intimate song
Blooms with white lilies
When it goes out to the marsh

Here still singing
Trying to improve
Trying to calculate
That I don't lack or have too much
In this life of poverty
But full of hopes
To start over