Caminito de Huancayo

Little path of Huancayo
Surrounded by broom
How many times have I cried?
Under the shadows of your branch

You will say that I am suffering
You will say that I am crying
I don't cry or feel sorry
I'm having a better life

Pichuchanca bad omen
Why do you sing so early?
Knowing that I'm sleeping
In the arms of my chola

If I cried for you
If I would suffer for you
Even God will punish me
Even the devil will take me

Let's dance the huaynito of my land
Pride for the entire Wanka Valley
Let's dance the huaynito of my land
Pride for the entire Wanka Valley