Changuito Lustrador

Monkey with dyed hands
Sad brown face
Making the drum drum
You sweeten your long sorrows

Chujchalo kicks into the field
Humble Huahuita of the payment
Grieving singing cricket
From the Plaza de Santiago

Nobody cares where you're from
Neither where you eat nor where you sleep
Who knows what path you take?
Nor at the time you return

I'm watching myself go by
From the depths of the years
I also shine shoes
In the Plaza de Santiago

You were raised like the ututu
Between the mountain and the road
On a stick horse
You galloped your destiny

Destiny of a poor child
And of peasant wind
Little errand boy
For whenever the neighbor wants

Your Tata is no longer here
He went far away in cahoots
And you were left alone
With a box in hand