Del Tiempo I' Ñaupa
Los Hermanos Simon
From Times Long Past
A cry that came from the mountain, sadness and pain
In the form of a chacarera, it became a song
The anguish of the old mountain that’s coming to an end
A hideout of quitilipi playing the flute
Like an unknown bird in solitude
My chacarera wandered, looking for a place to nest
It made a nest in my guitar and there it stayed
It doesn’t want to leave me, and neither do I
The blood of the Sun dried up in the quebrachal
With golden tears, the tar mourned its death
From a forest of times long past, almost mineral
This old chacarera came to find you
The wind that knew how to cradle you in the branches
Sadly whistles by because you’re no longer here
It made a nest in my guitar and there it stayed
It doesn’t want to leave me, and neither do I
