To the beat of the carnival, Last night I saw you crying, In these sad mountains,

everyone gets up, next to the rosemary tree, in this bitter prison,
especially knowing, don't be wasting your time brooding, tangled among the veins,
the person who sings it. saying that I don't love you. blood cries the heart.

I have to throw myself into the river, Of all the elements, I have to throw myself into the water,

until reaching the deep, I would like to be the wind, until reaching the deep,
until the water tells me, to fly in your mind, until the water tells me,
this is the payment of the world. and steal your thoughts. You're screwed, bum.

CHORUSES: One day my ashes, Tired, I come tired,

They will rise to see you, tired, tired I go,
I like it, Chaimari this is a test, my darling, I don't know if I have a head,
let's sing, that I loved you until death and I don’t even know who I am.
have a drink with me,
afternoon and tomorrow. The days of the carnival, From the rocks the water pours,
one does not suffer from love, of the moors, the winds,
This is how it's done, with one goes to sleep, of your heart and mine
this is how it's done, and another day breaks. sufferings were born.
the carnival.
Now in this carnival, Verses come and verses go,
Here I come, something is bound to happen to me, they should not end for me,
I come to see you, whatever happens, here I have a full bag,
bringing flowers, I love you, what should I do? I want to sing to everyone.
to offer you.
I am going out to the carnival, We will play carnival,
I want chicha, and my wife doesn't like it, since God has given life,
I want chicha, because she already knows me, life expensive, expensive life,
I don't bring. what I do for my hustle. life beautiful like no other.

Airala, la, la, la, Open the door, ma'am, Of all the carnivals,
ay, la, la, la, meet Taita Carnaval, my carnival is better
airala, la, la, la, very cheerful and generous, why my carnival has,
airala, la, la. similar to Juan Roldán. clove, pepper and scent.

The Guaranda Carnival Boys, let's welcome him, Through the street and the avenue,
symbol of jubilation to this unparalleled man, where it goes by,
that is why the people of Guaranda don't become resentful, to play everything with life,
We celebrate night and day. like a schoolboy. our celebration party.

The day I die, Carnival is said to have come, The carnival has come,
I have to sell my bed, by the will of God, half mischievous, damn it,
so that there is no ungrateful person, to drink chichita and liquor, throwing them the powder,
that is sleeping in my bed. and to find a love. up and down.

I would like you to take a sigh, Morning star, Taita Carnaval is coming,
he will tear down that door, lend me your clarity, down the hill,
to see if I can find him there, to look for a handkerchief, neither very old nor very young,
to my beloved who is dead. and cry my loneliness. at the age of Juan Roldán.
 Little frog from the ravine, Bold one of my loves,
The commissioner’s wife, small but noisy, wake up if you are sleeping,
it has been from Guayaquil, women's little toad, so that you give comfort,
doesn't leave the poor man in peace, foul but tasty. to this miserable life.
only stabbed the chiguil.
I come to commit myself, Wake up if she is asleep,
With flowers and streamers, at home to work, as if you are asleep,
the candidates parade, twelve hours to eat, giving a kiss to the pillow,
how could I not know them, sweet to rest. as you give it to me.
bunch of prudes.
They call me spicy, How I wish to have you,
To the priest who married me, like the bodeguero chili, sleeping in my arms,
I look for him with a rifle, how can I not nibble, to then understand you,
keep outsiders away, Yes, I am from Guaranda. if you really love me.
I even have a urinary problem.
Not only to the cities, The habit that I have,
The bright stars in Guanujo, cotton sales entrance, is to love those who love me,
they are precious, a delight, in Charquiyacu too, I am dying for you,
that's how your little eyes shine, there are flowers of aspiration. and for me, no one dies.
beautiful girl of my love.
With poncho and scarf, The tape, to be tape,
On the other side of the river, I come from the marsh. it must not be of two colors,
I don't know what will be shining, to sing to Guaranda, the woman, when married,
it will be gold, it will be silver, the verses of the carnival. one should not love two loves.
It will be what I am loving.
Where is it played better, Gold to be good,
If I find myself imprisoned by love, speaking in a neutral tone, from the river it must be taken,
I have no shame that I am, from all over Ecuador, the woman for marriage,
I am not ashamed of that, in Guaranda, the carnival. like gold must shine.
this is how I stop being who I am.
The carnival party, Where there is ripe guava,
If paradise is your home, for everyone it is to play, the little birds gather,
I want to be Don Adam, there are two moments of pleasure, where there are pretty girls,
let's found, my eva, the race, and there are moments of solace. There are plenty of young people.
regardless of what others will say.
The carnival has come, Those from Quito are made of wool,
The moon is already shining, half rogue the hell, those from Ambato, of cotton,
and the roosters sing sadly, to drink chicha and liquor, we the people of Guaranda,
while I keep waiting, and to find a love. thieves of the heart.
the kiss you offered me.
Now in this carnival, I come from Babahoyo,
It's nice to play the guitar, Something must happen to me, swimming like a fish,
knowing how to tune pegs, whatever happens, only for coming to Guaranda,
nice tastes are passed. I love you, what should I do. guambrita, how have you been.
under the blankets.
To get to Guaranda, Through the door the water passes,
there is a steep slope, and I can't drink it,
for coming to the carnival, that's how my little one will be,
the slope became steep. without being able to come see me.
So much yellow orange, When I was little, Wherever I go, I'm leaving,
so many golden lemons, they were deprived for kissing me, the sorrows go with me,
and where there are beautiful young women, now that I am big, wherever I am,
so "chagra" in love. they want to give me by asking. I won't run out of pains.

Guambrita, I love you, The girl who wants two, From water, salt is made,
don't pay attention to that guy, she is not foolish but wise, and the salt dissolves in the water,
realize, he is a stranger, Well, if a love dies, no one knows,
and these, kissing, are leaving. the other one survives. with the destiny one is born into.

Four, five hearts, Walk around the garden, Of all the animals,
they would be yours if I had pick flowers by the bunch, I would like to be the bear,
for the little friend that I have, what a tomorrow of tomorrow, to take me to the guys,
arrange it as you like. I will no longer see your eyes. and leave the idle old man.

If I lost you for a hundred years, Inside my chest I have, Here in your house standing,
two hundred I will look for you, a little box of gold, I must become a little stone,
it would end with the end of the world, where do I keep my sighs, so that you stumble and fall,
and he will pull you out of the grave. and the tears that she cried. and return to my power.

I would like to be watching, Tomorrow I am going to heaven, Of all the animals,

thirty days every month, talking to God and Mary, I would like to be the spider,
seven days a week let's see if luck comes to me, to climb up his legs,
every minute, once. that you may be mine forever. and weave in the mountain.

They say that absence erases, Life is an illusion, The hawk with a hundred feathers,
easily a passion, a momentary pleasure, I couldn't keep you,
that would be out of the chest, a lightning that passes, here is your Ronaldiño,
the heart would be absent. to never return again. maintains a mistress and a wife.

Behind a hill, I saw a mound, Love is a plant, Little heart that I have,
behind a hill, a cliff, who grows with flattery, I am going to give it to the lamb,

after a poorly paid love, in the same way, it withers, the sheep gives me wool,
another one that takes away my judgment. with the shadow of a bad payment. you fight that you have to give me.

In our beloved land, I am leaving this land already, Men and women,
with mountain range and coastline, why do they call me foreign, everyone, as is natural,
everything is joy and life, how a wicked person should live, they even leave their chores,
the days of the carnival. in the midst of so much good. for playing the carnival.

Do not call by my name, The old man and the boy, And everyone dances singing,
that my name is over, two opposite poles are, with enthusiasm and grace,
I am like a withered flower, the one inspires affection, flowers, dust and water throwing,
that fell from the tree. and the other veneration. also a fling.

I shall die singing, If you intend to love me, Between San Pedro and San Lino,
why I was born crying, I shall be your faithful lover, are enjoying today,
they will bury me singing, you will see me sacrifice myself, a bottle of lively,
because I lived crying. and your plants perish. that they have smuggled.
Last night I knocked on your house,

fluffy, fluffy like the cat,

your mom went out and told me,
get in, you more prude.

Through the street and the avenue,

wherever it goes by,
to play everything with life,
our celebration party.

Festival of Blacks and Whites,

of Indians, cholos, and mestizos,
what do the armless shoot with,
bombs with prosthetic arms.

Don't cry, beautiful eyes,

don't cry, it makes me sad,
you will cry when you see me,
buried in foreign land.

I sent you a letter,

written on cane paper,
and in the letter it was saying,
that my love never deceives you.

While ascending to heaven,

Saint Paul told me below,
Saint Peter came out and said to me
Why don't you upload, damn it?

The carnival of Guaranda

it's the humor party
we dance hugged
without shame and without fear.

Guaranda, beautiful and lovely

full of charm and love
you are the most beautiful city
of my homeland Ecuador.

Tomorrow I will go to Quito

to invite the President
let them come to my beautiful land
to provide you with a tooth water