Paroles et traduction Pupi Y Su Charanga - Soy Campesino

Soy Campesino

Yo vengo de una tierra de campesinos
De inmensa historia
Que le dio gloria a mi patria
Raza noble sumerse
Donde fue libre Colombia
Donde la ruana empezo a ser mas que un abrigo
Un poema una cancion
Un canto al corazón
Un símbolo de amor al trabajo
Vengo de las montañas del valle del norte de una hermosa, grande y prospera región
Boyacá cuna de grandes señores y mujeres en labor
En la bendición
De amar el campo
Campesino de los mas guapos
Le canto porque me alaga esta tierra verde el corazón
Y recorde una vieja cancion que al alma me llega
Le canto porque me inundan recuerdos que me vieron crecer
Porque en la tierra del sumerce me crio mi abuela
Le canto porque me alegra saber q soy Boyacense
Y que llevo el sabor de la tierra negra
Le canto porque me alegra que amo el color de mi canto
El color que corre en mis venas
Hombres de acero de alpargatas
Y un buen machete que corta el barbeto que deja el campo
Y mujer que enseña el valor
De respetar la grandeza que da esta tierra
Que pario el sol
Y es la riqueza que nos alivia el corazon
Cuando la melancolia de estar lejos
Nos atropella
Cante conmigo si es que tambien nacio en esta tierra
Si es que la lleva en el corazón
Boyacá cuna de palos y cuerdas que suenan
Con la firme intensión
De amar el campo

Campesino de los mas guapos
Le canto porque me alaga esta tierra verde el corazón
Y recorde una vieja cancion que al alma me llega
Le canto porque me inundan recuerdos que me vieron crecer
Porque en la tierra del sumerce me crio mi abuela
Le canto porque me alegra saber q soy Boyacense
Y que llevo el sabor de la tierra negra
Le canto porque me alegra que amo el color de mi canto
El color que corre en mis venas
Que corre en mis venaaaaaaas
Boyacá cuna de palos y de cuerdas que suenan
Con la firme intensión
De amar el campo
Campesino de los mas guapos
Campesino Colombiano
Le canto porque me alaga esta tierra verde en el corazon
Porque recorde una vieja cancion que al alma me llega
Le canto porque me inunda recuerdos que me vieron crecer
Porque en la tierra del sumerce me crio mi abuela
Le canto por que me alegra saber que soy Boyacense y que llevo el sabor de la tierra negra
Le canto porque me alegra saber q soy Colombiano
Y que es verde el color que corre en mis venas

I Am a Farmer

I come from a land of farmers,
With immense history,
That gave glory to my homeland.
Noble Sumercé race,
Where Colombia was free,
Where the ruana became more than just a coat,
A poem, a song,
A song to the heart,
A symbol of love for work.
I come from the mountains, the northern valley, of a beautiful, large and prosperous region.
Boyacá, cradle of great men and women in labor,
In the blessing
Of loving the countryside.
A farmer, one of the most handsome,
I sing to you because this green land fills my heart with joy.
And I remember an old song that touches my soul,
I sing to you because I'm flooded with memories that saw me grow,
Because in the land of Sumercé, my grandmother raised me.
I sing to you because it makes me happy to know that I am Boyacense,
And that I carry the flavor of the black earth.
I sing to you because it makes me happy that I love the color of my song,
The color that runs in my veins.
Men of steel, with espadrilles,
And a good machete that cuts the stubble left by the field,
And women who teach the value
Of respecting the greatness that this land gives,
That gave birth to the sun,
And is the wealth that soothes our hearts
When the melancholy of being far away
Overwhelms us.
Sing with me if you were also born in this land,
If you carry it in your heart.
Boyacá, cradle of sticks and strings that sound,
With the firm intention
Of loving the countryside.

A farmer, one of the most handsome,
I sing to you because this green land fills my heart with joy.
And I remember an old song that touches my soul,
I sing to you because I'm flooded with memories that saw me grow,
Because in the land of Sumercé, my grandmother raised me.
I sing to you because it makes me happy to know that I am Boyacense,
And that I carry the flavor of the black earth.
I sing to you because it makes me happy that I love the color of my song,
The color that runs in my veins.
That runs in my veins.
Boyacá, cradle of sticks and strings that sound,
With the firm intention
Of loving the countryside.
A farmer, one of the most handsome,
Colombian farmer,
I sing to you because this green land fills my heart with joy.
Because I remember an old song that touches my soul,
I sing to you because I'm flooded with memories that saw me grow,
Because in the land of Sumercé, my grandmother raised me.
I sing to you because it makes me happy to know that I am Boyacense, and that I carry the flavor of the black earth.
I sing to you because it makes me happy to know that I am Colombian,
And that green is the color that runs in my veins.