El Pujillay
Los Chalchaleros
The Pujillay
They say the carnival's coming
Guaico River, field of love
up the bare little hill
prisoner and captive, your love's got me
Tired of the pain
I’ll be gone
I’m despised
I won’t be back
Let’s saddle the horses
Guaico River, field of love
and we’re off to drink
prisoner and captive, your love's got me
Tired of the pain?
I told the pujillay
Guaico River, field of love
not to come back next year
prisoner and captive, your love's got me
Tired of the pain?
They say the carnival's coming
Guaico River, field of love
up the bare little hill
prisoner and captive, your love's got me
Tired of the pain?
