La viajerita
Los Chalchaleros
The little traveler
From the hills
comes this zamba
that's why I call her
the little traveler, little dove.
Path of sand,
flowering tarco
and a heart that sorrows
for a forgotten love, little dove.
Oh, little traveler, dawn appears
bringing from the hills
freshness and aroma, little dove.
I am from above,
I am from Cochuma,
Little ranch mountain
and river of suns and moons, little dove.
To Alpachiri
I go on Sundays
and at night to the hill
I return alone, little dove.
