Palo Verde - El Komander

Y que bailen macizo los cuatro, compa

Su compa Alfredo Rios, el Komander

Con mi compa Los Cuyulitos, viejo

Señora, su palo verde

Ya se le estaba secando

Yo anoche se lo regué

Y ya amaneció floreando

Qué trona bonito, viejo

Por miedo de su coyote, no baja mi chivo al agua

Del miedo que le tenía

Al hijo de la guayaba

Quiere que le justifique

Sálgase pa' la vereda

A ver si es tan hombrecito

Y en el camino se queda

Quiere que le justifique

Sálgase pa' la vereda

A ver si es tan hombrecito

Y en el camino se queda

Que truene macizo la tambora, compa

Señora, su palo verde

Ya se le estaba secando

Yo anoche se lo regué

Y ya amaneció floreando

Por miedo de su coyote

No baja mi chivo al agua

Del miedo que le tenía

Al hijo de la guayaba

No quiere que se le seque, riéguelo todos los días

Para que le siga dando florecitas de alegría

No quiere que se le seque, riéguelo todos los días

Para que le siga dando florecitas de alegría

Qué suene macizo compa

Baílelo, baílelo, viejo

Señora, su palo verde

Ya se le está secando

Yo anoche se lo regué

Y ya amaneció floreando

A tomarle macizo, compa

Por miedo de su coyote

No baja mi chivo al agua

Del miedo que le tenía

Al hijo de la guayaba

No quiere que se le seque, riéguelo todos los días

Para que le siga dando florecitas de alegría

No quiere que se le seque, riéguelo todos los días

Para que le siga dando florecitas de alegría

And let the four dance solidly, compa

His friend Alfredo Rios, the Komander

With my friend Los Cuyulitos, old man

Lady, your green stick

She was already drying out

I watered it last night

And it dawned blooming

What a nice highchair, man

For fear of his coyote, he does not lower my goat into the water

Of the fear that he had

To the son of the guava

He wants me to justify

get out to the sidewalk

Let's see if he is such a man

And on the way he stays

You want me to justify

get out to the sidewalk

Let's see if he is such a man

And on the way it stays

Let the drum thunder solidly, compa

Lady, your green stick

He was already drying out

I watered it last night

And it dawned blooming

For fear of his coyote

Do not lower my goat to the water

Of the fear that he had

To the son of the guava

He doesn't want it to dry out, water it every day

So that it continues to give you little flowers of joy

You don't want it to dry out, water it every day

So that it continues to give you little flowers of joy

What sounds solid compa

Dance it, dance it, old man

Lady, your green stick

It's already drying out

I watered it last night

And it dawned blooming

To take him solid, compa

For fear of his coyote

Do not lower my goat to the water

Of the fear that I had

To the son of the guava

You don't want it to dry out, water it every day

So that it continues to give you little flowers of joy

You don't want it to dry out, water it every day

So that it continues to give you little flowers of joy