Chucao

Ominous bird, small and toasted,
singing hidden, chucao, chucao.
You scream from the left or from the right
and bring joy, or if not, sadness.

(...)*
outside the forest I am waiting.

I don't want money or happiness,
I just want land to work.
Many lands are idle,
give them to me and my rough hands.

Potatoes and rye, lamb, cattle
will come from these lands if I work them.

*words in Mapudungun