Oiran Tu Voz, Oiran Nuestra Voz

Odors emanating from within the skin
in a finite sway
The sky that opens spitting on you, over your embankment
Sub-urban poets, folklore emanating,
in a dirty alley I will see you
Street guitars, eternal melodies
hanging from a wall I will see them

Let's Peruvianize the homeland they say
if they never saw you sing...
however, the time for change is approaching...
and finally they will hear your voice

Singing in the streets
Singing in gatherings
Next to you I will see myself

Street guitars will raise their voice
saying...