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Tema: Romance Campesino
Autor: Reynaldo Armas
Miel dulcita, suave brisa de las flores
Los pájaros de todos los colores
Felices van cantando sus amores
Y en mi ranchito
Me paso la vida entera disfrutando a mi manera de aquel lugar tan bonito
Hecho a mi alcance
Distante de la ciudad donde con tranquilidad podré vivir
Mi romance
Ay, lay, la, lay, en un riachuelo cercano, me voy a bañar de tarde
Con el agua fresquesita
Nacida en los manantiales
Todo lo sano del campo se me ha metido en la sangre y me corre por las venas
Igual que a un potro salvaje
Sin montura, sin bozal, ni lindero que lo ataje
Por eso me identifico con lo verde del follaje
Con lo puro de la brisa que va peinando al paisaje
Con el cuatro bullanguero y el sonar de su cordaje
Con la kirpa y la chipola, con el corrío y el pasaje
Allí se queda plasmada la esencia de mi mensaje
Que tiene fibra de indio por su temple y su coraje
Me gustan las muchachas de mi tierra
Siempre hermosas, cariñosas y sencillas
De noche son luceritos que brillan
Mi tierra es una eterna maravilla
Tengo en el campo
Mi fuente de inspiración, donde ahoga el corazón sus penas y sus quebrantos
Y a mi caballo
Tempranito los domingos le doy un baño y lo ensillo y me voy
Para los gallos
Ay, lay, la, lay, me gusta contrapuntear con copleros veteranos
De los que cargan el verso
Tempranero a flor de labios
De los que visten el arpa con blancos lirios de mayo y se van por esos rumbos
Que transitó Cantaclaro
Yo jamás podría negar que nací en un vecindario
Impregnado de costumbres
Rodeado de ambiente sano
Donde el rejo y la totuma fueron como mis hermanos
El conuco y el jagüey eran sitios muy sagrados
La tinaja de beber, siento que me está llamando
A compartir con la tierra lo que ayer dejé sembrado
El amor y la constancia que nunca me abandonaron
Regresaré a mi terruño a cantar en los parrandos
Y a los pueblitos más criollos volveré de vez en cuando
En cada fiesta que anuncien, tarde de toros coleados
Cacho en la manga
Fuente: Musixmatch
English
Hello dear family of Hive Open Mic hoping you are very but very well, in this week for sure we will be well🙏😊🤠🎶🤝 With this theme in this week 162 I wanted to interpret a llanero joropo of our Venezuelan singer-songwriter Don Reynaldo Armas entitled (Romance Campesino) which its release was in the year 1993 and that tells us the wonderful things and life in the countryside. I have had the opportunity to be in different country places and it is wonderful to be able to perceive the tranquility and relaxation of them. There is no place more pleasant, more pure, healthy and relaxing than living in the countryside😌🙏🌷🌻🏞️🌲🌄, far away from the city, listening to the sound of the rivers, the chirping of the birds, doing the work of agriculture. To be in the countryside is to be well.... 😊🤠🇻🇪🏞️🌲🙏 I hope you enjoy a lot of this humble work hoping it will be to your liking, until next week if God permits 🤠🇻🇪🙏🤝🎶💖 many blessings to all 🤝🙏💖🇻🇪
Theme: Peasant Romance
Author: Reynaldo Armas
Sweet honey, gentle breeze of flowers
birds of all colors
Happy they are singing their loves
and in my ranch
I spend my whole life enjoying that beautiful place in my own way
made within my reach
Far from the city where I can live peacefully
my romance
Ay, lay, la, lay, in a nearby stream, I'm going to bathe in the afternoon with the cool water born in the springs Everything healthy in the countryside has gotten into my blood and runs through my veins Just like a wild pony Without a saddle, without a muzzle, or a border that binds it That's why he identifies me with the green of the foliage With the pureness of the breeze that combs the landscape With the rowdy cuatro and the sound of its cordage With the kirpa and the chipola, with the corrio and the passage There the essence of my message is captured Who has Indian fiber for his mettle and his courage I like the girls from my land Always beautiful, affectionate and simple At night they are little lights that shine My land is an eternal wonder I have in the field My source of inspiration, where the heart drowns its sorrows and its brokenness and my horse Very early on Sundays I give him a bath and I saddle him and I go for the roosters Ay, lay, la, lay, I like to counterpoint with veteran copleros Of those who carry the verse early on the lips Of those who dress the harp with white lilies of May and go through those directions What Cantaclaro went through I could never deny that I was born in a neighborhood Steeped in customs Surrounded by healthy environment Where the rejo and the totuma were like my brothers The conuco and the jaguey were very sacred sites The drinking jar, I feel that it is calling me To share with the earth what I left planted yesterday The love and constancy that never left me I will return to my homeland to sing in the parrandos And I will return to the most Creole towns from time to time In each party that they announce, afternoon of coleados bulls chub on the sleeve</center
Source: Musixmatch
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