Del Tiempo I Ñaupa
Hermanos Simon
From Times Past
A cry that came from the mountain, sadness and pain
In the form of a chacarera, it became a song
The anguish of the old mountain that has come to an end
A hideout for little critters playing the flute
Like a strange bird in solitude
This chacarera wandered, looking for a place to nest
It made a nest in my guitar
And there it stayed
It doesn’t want to leave me
And neither do I
