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JOSE ANTONIO

For a path comes
riding José Antonio,
he comes from Barranco*
to see the flower of Amancaes**.

On a bere bere*** criollo****
He goes along the road
Wearing jipijapa*****, handkerchief
And white poncho$ of linen.

While the morning is passing
His recollection frolics
And with joyful romping
The horse pajarea (scares away the birds)

Thin drizzle of June
Kisses his both cheeks
And four singing hooves
Are on their way to Amancaes.

How beautiful is my chalán
How elegant and jaunty
He holds the thin rein of silk
That is white and red.

How sweet manage the horse bit
With only silk bands
While making a graceful swerve
To the criollo bere bere.

José Antonio, José Antonio
Why do you left me here?
When I´ll find you again
It must be June and it must be drizzling.

I´ll huddle up to your back
Under your poncho of linen
And between the bands of your hat
I want to see the Amancaes
That I´ll gather for you.

When on the croup you lead me
On your achieved dream
Of your caballo de paso (horse of step)
That one of the peruvian step.