La Cantora de Yala
Dúo Salteño
The Singer of Yala
Santa Leoncia de Farfán
From the Quebrada de Reyes
Descends to the tent of Yala
At seventy years old she is
The flour of the carnival
Fills her thoughts
When over the women
Her delicate song grows
Joyful like few
Doña Santa awakens
The spring of her verses
Through old paths
The spring of her verses
Unraveling her loneliness
There is no love sorrow
That doesn't burn through her words
Nor is there a baguala in the tent
That doesn't complain because of her
The chicha at dawn
Falls asleep in her eyes
Until a drumbeat
Singing revives her
