From the pretty regions of Manaure
From the tasty Manaurean savannas
From the pretty regions of Manaure
From the tasty Manaurean savannas
And there comes Poncho on Monday morning
Crying with nostalgia for his beloved land
And there comes Poncho on Monday morning
Crying with nostalgia for his beloved land
Very often, early on Saturdays
They see that he leaves El Valle for La Paz
Very often, early on Saturdays
They see that he leaves El Valle for La Paz
And a little later he passes by La Tomita
Manaure's close, you can already feel the cool breeze
And a little later he passes by La Tomita
Manaure's close, you can already feel the cool breeze
Ay, he's so happy when he sets out
Man, poor Poncho on his way to Manaure
But on Mondays he comes back
Man, all filled with sadness
And it's because he leaves behind in the savanna
Man, three little monkeys that call him
They're three little sons that he leaves in the savanna
They're three little monkeys that I knew of his
They're three little sons that he leaves in the savanna
They're three little monkeys that I knew of his
And now I understand the reason for the nostalgia
That torments his soul when he comes from there
And now I understand the reason for the nostalgia
That torments his soul when he comes from there
Ay, he's so happy when he sets out
Man, poor Poncho on his way to Manaure
But on Mondays he comes back
Man, all filled with sadness
And it's because he leaves behind in the savanna
Man, three little monkeys that call him
And it's because he leaves behind in the savanna
Man, three little monkeys that call him
How lucky, Poncho, that November is already coming
And the Loperena's gonna shut down soon
And on vacation with roosters and with friends
In your beloved town you're gonna get even
And on vacation with roosters and with friends
In your beloved town you're gonna get even