Huinca - Onal (blanco Ladrón)
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Huinca - Onal (White Thief)
(Araucanian Song)
By the edge of Toltem
Behind dense bushes
With graceful swaying
The native woman washes her shawl
She straightens up, clears her mind
Raises her face to the sun
And releases her lament
In the form of a song
Huinca, ceasefire
Huinca, thief
You took my colt
My house, cow, and calf
Huinca, ceasefire
Huinca, thief
But her song is not a song
Nor joys she doesn't experience
It's her sorrow, her anguish
It's her overflowing pain
There's no nipoñe, no almulque
No hut, no alchaqual
The native woman cries out
In her rough and coarse garment
You took my colt
My house, cow, and calf
Huinca, ceasefire!
Huinca, thief!
