Del Tiempo I Ñaupa
Grito que vino del monte tristeza y dolor
En forma de chacarera se ha hecho cancion
Angustia del monte viejo que llego a su fin
Guarida de quipilipis tocando el flautin
Como ave desconocida en la soledad
Vagaba esta chacarera buscando anidar
Hizo nido en mi guitarra
Y allí se quedo
Ella no quiere dejarme
Ni tampoco yo
From Times Past
A cry that came from the mountain, sadness and pain
In the form of a chacarera, it became a song
The anguish of the old mountain that has come to an end
A hideout for little critters playing the flute
Like a strange bird in solitude
This chacarera wandered, looking for a place to nest
It made a nest in my guitar
And there it stayed
It doesn’t want to leave me
And neither do I
Escrita por: Hnos. Simon-F. B. Corpos