written by Nicando Castillo



Yo soy como la calandria

Que para formar su nido

Siempre busca rama fuerte

Para no verlo caÃÆ'­do



Otros son como el venado

Que por listo y presumido

Cuando anda de enamorado

Lo matan desprevenido



Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay...

Las nubes van por el cielo

Los pescados por el agua

El oro estÃÆ'¡ bajo el suelo

Y el amor en las enaguas



Mi prieta linda

Que voy a hacer

Si tÃÆ'º me quitas

Este querer.



De que les sirve a los hombres

Presumir de valentones

Si cuando estÃÆ'¡n en su casa

Se les caen los pantalones



TambiÃÆ'©n sucede otra cosa

Con los que son fanfarrones

Cuando ven la cosa en serio

Les pasa algo en sus calzones.



     This was probably originally a son

     jarocho from the early 1900's, but it

     is arranged here by Don RubÃÆ'©n in the

     style of the huasteca. The ethno-

     musicologist Dr. Stephen Loza describes

     a son (plural: sones) as a folk song 

     and dance (usually danced with heels on

     a board) represented in different

     regions in Mexico.  Jarocho is the

     region of the Atlantic seaboard in

     Vera Cruz.                 L.R.





 The Lark



I am like the lark

That in order to form its nest

Always looks for a strong branch

So that she won't see it fall.



Others are like the deer

Eager and presumptuous

When it goes out to find love

Is killed without warning.



Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay...

The clouds go through the sky

The fish through the water

The gold is under the ground

And love is in the petticoats.



My dark lovely one

What am I going to do

If you take this love

Away from me.



What good is it for men

To put on airs

If when they are at home

Their pants fall down.



Also another thing happens

With those who are braggarts

When they see the real thing

Something happens to them

  in their breeches.



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