La Flor Azul

I am left alone
my old tunal
going to listen to the river sing
for the Carnival.

I am accompanied by hope in solitude
when the Huairamuyo whistles
by the salitral.

Tree, you were very leafy
poor heart
tree that remains without leaves
without a nest of love.

Chorus
Tell, tell chacarera
to that blue flower
that at night I search for
by the Southern Cross.

This lovesick sorrow
unceasing sorrow
seeking to turn into a song
to make me cry.

Amalaya with the luck
that has befallen me
to sing just for the sake of singing
without being heard.

When I remember her eyes
so sweet to look at
I settle down with my dog
alone to whistle.

Chorus
Tell, tell chacarera
of this, my sorrow
that vidala turns into
for the Carnival.