Rogativa de Loncomeo

Let's go, my little bird
To greet the warmth of the day
When the mallinal warms up
I will perform the choiquepurún for you
Winds will carry
My supplication to the pehuenal
Mapuche, the rhythm of the cultrún
The lonco-meo will hasten

Oh, my mother earth
Skin of mud and coirón
Womb that fertilizes the sun

Cry of my race
When it's loneliness...
Which moons will cry for you?

Your old sweet mapú sun
Is about to set
The wild whistle of the pilpil
Will be lost in the blue night

I will only remain
A live ember in the stillness
In which menucos will I sink
Until the nguillatun returns

Voice of the mountain
That the machi will evoke
Ritual and dance in the ñiral

Cry of my race
When it's loneliness...
Which moons will cry for you?...