El Violín de Tatacu
Pucha que lindo pago
Fue la Villa Loreto
Rodeado de gente feliz
De paz y respeto
Casitas con recovas
Y lindos parapetos
Al tan-tan del campanario
Se llenaba el viejo templo
Y la Virgen de Loreto
Les daba la bendición
El río Dulce dejaba
Canales y acequias
El paisano con su arado
Canturreaba vidalitas
Sembraba siempre soñando
Cosechas y dichas sin fin
Andaba en ese tiempo
Tatacu con su violín
Tatacu Carmen su violín
Tocaba en las fiestas
En epocas de carnaval
Andaba la siesta
Embrujando trincheras
Hasta el amanecer
Carpintero era su oficio
Botero y nadador
Vencedor del río Dulce
Quichuista de lo mejor
Así llego el día
Que tan triste contarlo
El río Dulce y su bravura
Se llevó a Villa Loreto
Y Tatacu con su bote
Salvandó a la población
Todo eso ya es recuerdo
Que me oprimen el corazón
Tatacu's Violin
Man, what a beautiful place
It was Villa Loreto
Surrounded by happy folks
Full of peace and respect
Little houses with porches
And pretty fences
To the ding-dong of the bell tower
The old church would fill up
And the Virgin of Loreto
Would give her blessing
The Sweet River left
Canals and ditches
The local farmer with his plow
Would hum little tunes
Always dreaming while planting
Endless harvests and joys
Back in those days
Tatacu with his violin
Tatacu Carmen with his violin
Played at the parties
During carnival time
He’d be out in the afternoon
Enchanting the trenches
Until dawn broke
He was a carpenter by trade
A boatman and a swimmer
Conqueror of the Sweet River
The best Quichua around
Then came the day
So sad to tell
The Sweet River and its fury
Took away Villa Loreto
And Tatacu with his boat
Saving the townsfolk
All of that is just a memory
That weighs heavy on my heart