Sonqollay Imananmi
Condemayta de Acomayo
My Beloved Husband
Father, my dear, you are leaving
Mother, my dear, you are leaving
We are going to the land of the people
We are going to the land of the children
Father, my dear, you are leaving
Mother, my dear, you are leaving
The alpaca is crying for its child
The sheep is crying for its lamb
Black man, you are leaving
Black man, you are leaving
The child is crying for his mother
The child is crying for his father
The mask is falling, the mask is falling
The man is wearing the mask
The man is wearing the mask in the village
Tomorrow, tomorrow, we will meet again
Tomorrow, tomorrow, we will meet again
We will meet again in the fields
We will meet again in the villages
