Tata Juancho

He wanted to die on horseback
And he sank into loneliness
He was slowly dying
To stay a little longer

None left so alone
After so much bravery
The crows' tomb
They gave him a funeral

Tata Juancho was old
He did everything there is
From the well to the ranch
Everything was done by Tata Juan

The nights gave him children
The days gave him bread
The furrows gave him sorrow
When he could no longer plow

He carried a load of years
How could he not get tired
He had dried up in the furrow
Just like a root

In his life without Sundays
He never had a guitar
The root of the tree doesn't sing
Only the top sings

They demanded the land from him
And he had to give it up
He was slowly dying
To stay a little longer

None left so alone
After so much bravery
The crows' tomb
They gave him a funeral

He left slowly, slowly
To stay a little longer