La Pocoy Pacha

With my poncho and my guitar
I set out to roll the land and arriving at Pocoy Pacha
Back to my homeland I returned

Pascachao in my whims
I took old paths as I matured
The quishca parrot, the carob, the piquillín

How happy I became
Seeing the dam, the ducklings
Busy diving to fish

A partridge whistled at me
In the jarillal, a chuña
Cried out in the quebrachal

Under a sweet shade I started to sing
One mate comes and another goes, reminding me of my joys

My mother had made an effort
To cook empanadas and tamales for me
With corn and chili

How beautiful it is to see in the countryside
The kids frolicking, the heart
In the chest seems to flutter