Coplas de Bagualas Del Valle Calchaqui

(Baguala)

To sing to the bagualas,
the music is unnecessary,
tell your sorrow to the wind,
and the wind will sing them.

I walk through the world,
I watch the condor fly:
Damn, lucky creature,
you have wings, oh, to give.

Damn my fate,
to walk and walk.

They sell me ponchos and ushutas,
many laugh at me,
outside, I seem like nothing,
inside, maybe so.

Oh, what a strange life,
how uneven it is:
some break up clods,
others go smoothly.

And the rich man tells the poor man: