El Miranchurito
Chimizapagua
The Little Miranchurito
If within my soul your image has entered me
If within my soul your image has entered me
Go, my dear cholita, don't be so unloving
Look, I blow you a kiss whenever I feel like it
And when you dance and when you laugh
It seems like the little miranchurito sings in the eucalyptus
It seems like it laughs, it seems like it cries
It seems like the little miranchurito sings in the eucalyptus
