Lavandera Chaguanca
Aguavá
Laundress Chaguanca
Bernardina, water from the mountain
Oh, laundress Chaguanca
Weaves a sorrow in the night
And immerses it in the dawn
Her black mica eyes
Occasionally seek nothing
As if wanting to wash away
All the sorrows from the soul
Sometimes she leaves her shadow
Stuck in a hope
And it turns into foam
Like a white dove
Bernardina Mendez
Doesn't think, just washes
The river rises to the sky
And Bernardina reaches it
Above her poverty
They are grinding down her race
Juan, the tough guy, is peeling
Out there in the mountains of Salta
And his sugar heart
Is slipping away in the water
