Tuve Un Amigo Querido

I had a dear friend
Who died in Ñancahuazú
They never found his grave
(Because they didn’t put up a cross)

It doesn’t matter that it’s missing
We’ll still find it somehow
Multiplied in the air
(Where freedom can be found)

The plants grow in the mountains
The trees stand tall out there
In the deep ravines
(The river sings and flows away)

Birds of three colors
Fly by in a flash
The butterfly and the condor
(Everyone wants to name them)

Lost grave in the mountains
It will never be forgotten
In the guitars of the people
(It turns into a madrigal)

I had a dear friend
Who died in Ñancahuazú
They never found his grave
(Because they didn’t put up a cross)