Caminito de Huancayo

Little path of Huancayo
Surrounded by broom
How many times I have 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
For what I am going through because of you

Pichuchanca, bad omen
Why do you sing so early
Knowing that I am sleeping
In the arms of my chola

If I would cry for you
If I would suffer for you
Even if God punished me
Even if the devil took me

Let's dance the huaynito of my land
Pride for the whole Wanka valley
Let's dance the huaynito of my land
Pride for the whole Wanka valley