La guachipeña
Los Chalchaleros
The Wild Woman
I dreamed that the fire froze
And the snow was burning, the Guachipeña
And of dreaming impossible things
I dreamed that you loved me
Black girl, don't cry or feel sorry
The little stars of the sky
They form an imperial arch, the guachipeña
My heart for yours
And yours, I don't know which one
Black
All payments of the mountain
They have their signage, the Guachipeña
Some are used for firewood
And others to make charcoal
Black
Goat Thrush
Don't cry pink water, the guachipeña
I will cry when I leave
Living and red blood
Black
Black
