Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jacinto Cenobio, artist - Guadalupe Pineda. Album song Guadalupe Pineda & Carlos Díaz "Caito", in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Record label: Difusora del Foklore
Song language: Spanish
Jacinto Cenobio(original) |
Y en la capital |
Lo halle en un mercado |
Con su mecapal |
Descargando un carro |
Le dije: 'padrino, le andaba buscando' |
Se echo un trago’e vino |
Y se quedo pensando |
Me dijo: 'un favor vo’a pedirle ahija’o |
Que a naiden le cuente que me ha encontra’o |
Que yo ya no quero volver pa’lla |
Al fin ya no tengo ni’onde llegar |
Murio su madrina la trenida |
Los hijos crecieron ¿y adonde estan? |
La cosecha, queme el jacal |
Sin lo que mas quero nada es igual…' |
'sin lo que mas quero ya nada es igual |
Cobija y sombrero seran mi hogar |
Por eso mi ahija’o regrese en paz |
Y a naiden le cuente que estoy aca' |
Quedamos de acuerdo |
Lo deje tomando |
Yo encendi un recuerdo |
Y me lo fui fumando |
Me parecio verlo en su verde monte |
Sonriendole al viento y al horizonte |
Haciendo una mueca pa' ver pasar |
La mancha de garzas rumbo al palmar |
Jacinto cenobio, jacinto adan |
Si en tu paraiso solo habia paz |
Yo no se que culpa quieres pagar |
Aqui en el infierno de la ciudad |
(translation) |
and in the capital |
I found it in a market |
With his mecapal |
unloading a cart |
I told him: 'godfather, I was looking for you' |
I took a drink of wine |
And I keep thinking |
He told me: 'I'm going to ask you for a favor |
Tell no one that he has found me |
That I no longer want to go back to pa'lla |
At last I have nowhere to go |
His godmother the trenida died |
The children grew up and where are they? |
The harvest, burn the jacal |
Without what I want most, nothing is the same…' |
'without what I want most, nothing is the same |
Blanket and hat will be my home |
That's why my daughter came back in peace |
And tell naiden that I'm here |
We agreed |
I let him drink |
I lit a memory |
And I was smoking it |
I thought I saw him on his green mountain |
Smiling at the wind and at the horizon |
Making a face to see pass |
The spot of herons heading to the palm grove |
hyacinth cenobio, hyacinth adan |
If in your paradise there was only peace |
I don't know what guilt you want to pay |
Here in the hell of the city |