Violín Del Monte
Raly Barrionuevo
Violin of the Mountains
Violinist of the mountains
Musician of our countryside
Your life is slipping away
Among zambas and memories
The frayed bow
Conjugates all times
And cries all the tears
Of hope and dream
With your three-string violin
In summer and winter
You keep playing and playing
Until the evening star appears
Your fortune is in friendship
You don't know what money is
The feelings that inspire you
Are beyond time
When carnival comes
You cross mountains and fields
And go out seeking parties
With your whistling lure
With your worn poncho
You cover your zamba violin
Just like a sleeping child
You take care of your instrument
Violinist of the mountains
Musician of our countryside
And so you spend the hours
Between dance and foot stomping
And occasionally you play
The dance of your memories
Then the evening brings you
The light of some dark eyes
That promised to return
And got lost far away
Violinist of the fields
Humble musician of the hill
How your violin cries
Eternalized in the wind
