Oiran Tu Voz, Oiran Nuestra Voz
Hedores que emanan dentro de la piel
en un finito vaiven
El cielo que se abre escupiendote, sobre tu terraplen
Poetas sub-urbanos, folklore emnando,
en callejuela sucia te vere
Guitarras callejeras, eternas melopeas
colgando de un muro los vere
Peruanicemos la patria dicen
si nunca te vieron cantar...
empero la hora del relevo se acerca...
y al fin oiran tu voz
Cantando en las calles
Cantando en reuniones
Junto a ti me vere
Guitarras callejeras, alzaran su voz
diciendo.....
They will hear your voice, they will hear our voice
Odors emanating from within the skin
in a finite sway
The sky that opens spitting on you, over your embankment
Sub-urban poets, folklore emanating,
in a dirty alley I will see you
Street guitars, eternal melodies
hanging from a wall I will see them
Let's Peruvianize the homeland they say
if they never saw you sing...
however, the time for change is approaching...
and finally they will hear your voice
Singing in the streets
Singing in gatherings
Next to you I will see myself
Street guitars will raise their voice
saying...