José Antonio

Along a path comes riding José Antonio
He comes from the ravine to see the amancaes flower
In a Creole beret, he goes along the road
With a jipi japa handkerchief and a white linen poncho
While the morning runs, his memory plays
And with joyful frolic, the horse prances

Fine June drizzle kisses both his cheeks
And four hooves singing go on the way to amancaes

How beautiful is my horseman, how elegant and gallant
He holds the fine silk rein, which is white and red
How sweetly he controls the bridle with only silk ribbons
When making a graceful turn to the Creole beret

José Antonio, José Antonio, why did you leave me here?
When I meet you again, let it be June and drizzling
I will snuggle against your back under your linen poncho
And in the hat ribbons, I want to see the amancaes
That you pick for me when the road takes you
In that golden dream of your Peruvian paso horse
The one with the Peruvian gait