El Castiquichua

(Cat)

Tough tongue for singing
Mixing the quichua
Without knowing much about the pure
I'm screwed

I'm from the Salao area
Just like the jumial
Like a coal fox
That walked in the sandy area

Where vidalas grow
On the hillside

There I have my old man
A little ranch and a loom
And a loving lady
Bless her for kneading
Why would I want other places
I'm from Santiago

Like the urpila misses
The quebrachal
If I leave tomorrow
I'll miss it

That huge moon
As big as no other
Just like a wagon wheel
Round like the patay

Where the crickets are seen
To sing

And the roosters spurring
Crossing the night
As if challenging the dawn
Until it wants to clear up

Why would I want another place
I'm from Santiago