Dueño Ausente
Paisana de mis alturas
Ingenua niña serrana
La de mejillas de rosa
Y largas trensas endrinas
De tu techo Colorado
Engastado a tus montañás
¿Qué ilusiones te arrancaron
Bajando de esa tu altiva montaña?
Tu dueño sirve a la patria
Y te dejó a tu cuidado
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Tu dueño ha de reclamarte
Después del tiempo cumplido
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Paisana de mis alturas
Si tú, como la retama
Floreces en la quebrada
Y en la costa no hay tu mata
La rosa de tus mejillas
Se está poniendo azafrana
Vete cuanto antes paisana
Vuelve sube a tu altiva montaña
Tu dueño sirve a la patria
Y te dejó a tu cuidado
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Tu dueño ha de reclamarte
Después del tiempo cumplido
Su maicito y los trigales
Y la quinua ya sembrada
En tu tierrita escondida
Al fondo de una quebrada
Absent Owner
Countrywoman of my heights
Innocent mountain girl
With rosy cheeks
And long blackberry braids
From your Colorado roof
Set in your mountains
What dreams were taken from you
Descending from your proud mountain?
Your owner serves the homeland
And left you in your care
His corn and wheat fields
And the already sown quinoa
In your hidden little land
At the bottom of a ravine
Your owner will come for you
After the time is up
His corn and wheat fields
And the already sown quinoa
In your hidden little land
At the bottom of a ravine
Countrywoman of my heights
If you, like the broom
Flourish in the ravine
And there is no plant like yours on the coast
The rose of your cheeks
Is turning saffron
Go as soon as possible, countrywoman
Return, climb to your proud mountain
Your owner serves the homeland
And left you in your care
His corn and wheat fields
And the already sown quinoa
In your hidden little land
At the bottom of a ravine
Your owner will come for you
After the time is up
His corn and wheat fields
And the already sown quinoa
In your hidden little land
At the bottom of a ravine