Maiz

Corn brother
Eternal grain
Rider of black lightning
Shelter for sad children
If they condemn you to silence
You roar in the waterfalls
And in the fire
If you perish in the caves
You raise your populated arms
And so you return

Even if the tyrant bites you
You will always be corn, corn
Even if they pluck out your eyes
You will always be corn, corn
Anthem of brave larks
Huakchapa kallpan
Wañuypi kausachiqniy
Bread of tenderness
Humble gold of a thousand hearts

Let's sow our little cornfield
Let's harvest our little cornfield
Mother Earth will receive us
We will understand the secrets
You are not the dry blade of grass
You are the nest that shelters hope
You are not the condor's claw
You are the womb that brings forth new children

Rowing in our coffin we will return
We will break cruel swords, my love
Our lips will be honeycomb
The corpse will awaken, my love
The little flowers will not bleed
The corpse will awaken
The little flowers will not bleed