Friends of #hive, it is an honor to be with you again, with all the encouragement and passion that characterizes me when interpreting the most beautiful songs from my land of extraordinary composers.
This time I bring you for this prestigious folk festival in week 8, the theme Pasillaneando, by the poet, musician, writer and doctor, José Rivas Contreras.
PASILLANEANDO
La luna en el sendero me iluminaba
Y en el fondo de caño se reflejaban
Recordando tus ojos
Que me miraban
Que me miraban
Aquella nota triste
De tu canción
Titilar de cocuyo
Que van dejando
Impresión de mechuzos agonizando
Chubascos que en la noche
Va despertando
De su sueño al lucero madrugador.
Llanero que amanece
Pasillaneando, pasillaneando
En lomos de caballo
Caracoleando, caracoleando
Rebaños de ganados
Que van padando
Que van padando
Como pasan las horas
Junto al recuerdo
con la ilusión.
La luna en el sendero me iluminaba
Y en el fondo del caño se reflejaba
Recordando tus ojos
Que me miraban
Que me miraban
De su sueño al lucero madrugador.
Titilar de cocuyos
Que van dejando
Impresión de mechuzos agonizando
Chubascos que en la noche
Va despertando
Va despertando
De su sueño al lucero madrugador.
Llanero que amanece
Pasillaneando, pasillaneando
En lomos de caballo
Caracoleando, Caracoleando
Rebaños de ganados
Que van pasando
Que van pasando
Como pasan las horas
Junto al recuerdo
Con la ilusión.
HALLWAY
The moon on the path illuminated me
And in the bottom of the pipe they were reflected
Remembering your eyes
That they looked at me
That they looked at me
That sad note
Of your song
Twinkle of cocuyo
That they are leaving
Print of dying tufts
Showers that at night
Is waking up
From his dream to the morning star.
Ranger that dawns
Pasillaneando, pasillaneando
On horse back
Caracoleando, caracoleando
Herds of cattle
What are they doing
What are they doing
How the hours go by
Next to the memory
with the illusion.
The moon on the path illuminated me
And at the bottom of the pipe was reflected
Remembering your eyes
That they looked at me
That they looked at me
From his dream to the morning star.
Twinkling fireflies
That they are leaving
Print of dying tufts
Showers that at night
Is waking up
Is waking up
From his dream to the morning star.
Ranger that dawns
Pasillaneando, pasillaneando
On horse back
Caracoleando, caracoleando
Herds of cattle
What are happening
What are happening
How the hours go by
Next to the memory
With the illusion.
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