La Cueca de Los Picados
(cueca)
Dijeron, dijeron unos pica'os,
Dijeron que se desviaron los parra,
Dijeron, del arpa y del acordeón,
Dijeron, y de la misma guitarra,
Dijeron, dijeron unos pica'os.
Guitarrillas y bombo,
Cajas y quena
Son más indias, m'hijito,
Que la vihuela.
Que la vihuela, mi alma,
En el charango
Se traslucen las penas
De nuestro chango.
Con trutruka y kultrún
Vamos pa'l sur.
The Dance of the Furious
They said, they said some furious ones,
They said that the Parra deviated,
They said, about the harp and the accordion,
They said, and about the same guitar,
They said, they said some furious ones.
Little guitars and bass drum,
Boxes and flute
Are more indigenous, my child,
Than the guitar.
Than the guitar, my soul,
In the charango
The sorrows shine through
Of our monkey.
With trutruka and kultrún
We're heading south.