Vendedor de Yuyos
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Herb Seller
(Song)
"Poleo, carqueja, rosemary flower,
miraculous herbs, herbs to forget".
You filled the siestas with your cricket voice,
when you appeared on the sandy ground.
You were seen in the tents and in the processions,
mystical and profane praying and dancing,
proclaiming in the midst of libations:
"Little herbs from the countryside, for good and for bad".
Herb seller,
how many resentful ones sought your bag,
feeling the proclamation!
That was the destiny of your sad life:
to live in silence, selling illusion.
One day you fell asleep, herb seller,
with a long dream, tired of walking.
Never again were your proclamations heard:
"Little herbs from the countryside, for good and for bad".
"Poleo, carqueja, rosemary flower,
miraculous herbs, herbs to forget".
You filled the siestas with your cricket voice,
when you appeared on the sandy ground.
