La Atamisqueña

Atamisqui that captivates me
you tie my soul and heart
maybe that's why I return
with my memories, dreams, and love

I come seeking sweetness
grown-up verses, honey, and sun
when the new vidala
burns the pain through the trenches

Memories will haunt me
and I listen to the new verse again
Manuel Roldán Sienavidez
your glories live in the place

Atamisqui ties everyone
but unleashes verses and love
when, hitting deep
the drums of the heart sound

Atamisqui of chilalo
of honey from the stick, doca, and mistol
ever-loving land
sweet and salty, saltpeter in bloom

In looms of hope
Chusi if manta all colorful
the Atamisqueña woman
weaves a love among her sorrows

With Quichua chacareritas
bonfire and huts, feeling everything
the criollos of Pampayasta
spend their sorrows, drum and violin.