La guachipeña
Los Chalchaleros
The Wild Woman
I dreamed that fire froze
and that snow burned, the wild woman
and dreaming of impossibles
I dreamed that you loved me
black don't cry for my sorrow, wait.
The little stars in the sky
form an imperial arch, the wild woman
my heart for yours
and yours I don't know for which
black...
All the payments of the mountain
have their marking, the wild woman
some are used for firewood
and others to make charcoal,
black...
Little thrush of the goats
don't cry pink water, the wild woman
you'll cry when I leave
vivid and colorful blood
black...
black...
