Pa' Mi Cuyana

There goes my cuyana with just one braid
There goes my cuyana with just one braid
Some black eyes that enchant me
And in her hair a rose that makes her more charming

I met her one afternoon; it was spring
And the flowery dress that I saw her in
I became captivated without even realizing

If you saw her dance the cueca
And if you heard her sing folk songs
Believe me, friend, I'm not lying with my cuyana
She is the flower of the region; the most cuyana of all

Light the fire early by fanning the embers
Light the fire early by fanning the embers
And it will be to your liking; mint or pennyroyal
That will come in the mate; with a little cake and homemade bread

From her Creole kitchen in the region she is known
And in the clay oven; the empanadas
Chanfaina; dry soup; the locro and the stew

If you saw her dance the cueca
And if you heard her sing folk songs
Believe me, friend, I'm not lying with my cuyana
She is the flower of the region; the most cuyana of all