THE COMPLETE LEGEND OF FLORENTINO AND THE DEVIL SUBSCRIBE GIVE LIKE COMMENT HERE IN THIS LINK THE LYRICS, https://www.musica.com/letras.asp?let... LYRICS (INTRODUCTION) The coplero Florentino Along the wide embankment Road to Helplessness He walks to the beat of six Pointer in solitude That mourn flames of yesterday Wandering tuft of earth He is born under the steed Blind eye in lagoons Without heron, reed or flock Hard scarred basin Where the hoof stumbles The squalid thorns Strip their yellowness The cicadas stun The ashen dusk It seems that the world stops The palm without a sway The solitary coplero Lives his grave haughtiness Of walking leviated Like someone who steps on an orchard In the river of souls He stops dead of thirst In the legs of the chestnut tree He sees the clarity of the pond The cup of drink, he throws In water, it He hears it fall When he picks it up His feet get splashed But from the empty horn he couldn't drink a drop He throws it again and it splashes Clear water again But his eyes only see sand In the murky bottom they see A breath of burning sigh The palfrey steps flat The song-writer looks and heads He heads for his hut When with a sombre trot He hears a rider behind him His blanket is black You can see His horse is black too Under the black hair of guama His face can't be seen He goes by singing a song Without looking back —Friend, in case you dare In case you dare, Wait for me there for a while Because I'll go find you To sing with you Bad shadow of fear He crosses the embankment Cowboys from the distance Accompany her in a crowd They cover her and erase her Straws of the evening Taciturn Florentine He takes the bench across Pointer in the solitude That mourn the flames of yesterday It seems that he is dreaming With the savannah on his temple In a long and deep The faithful tone stretches Savannah, savannah, land That makes you sweat and want Stopped with so much direction With water and dying of thirst One with my soul in the alone One with God in faith On your naked chest I stop to answer Let the sombre singer know That I comply with my law And as I sang with everyone I have to sing with him Night of fierce downpour Through the mourning plain And of burning chipolas That light up the ranch of the peon Inside the basket sounds Outside the rain beats Vein in the heart of cedar The bass drum flows tenderness Not far away the river appears Chest of dirty savannah Beyond wandering choirs Gale of black fury And while weaving the joropo Bandoleras bitterness The lightning to the lonely palm throws him distinctive points Suddenly a man at the door Indian of grave posture Black eyes, black hair Forehead of warm wrinkle Shiny guama hair That shines with the lamp A handsome gust of wind Makes his blouse fly And you see him jeme and a half With a dagger in his waist He enters quietly and bets On the music side Hey, okay, that's the Devil —The voice crosses the room Look how he arrived With so much mud and rain Ironed and dried clothes Without a blanket or saddle They say he came early Like someone coming from Nutrias With a dark bonguero Through the passage of Las Brujas Florentino is whistling Sounds of old bravery And his right hand takes flight Anxieties that the left hand steps on When the golden-beaked Indian greets him With his song We all went around the singers The maracas sounded desperately in the hands of the Indian Who let the measures run and the counterpoint began