La Huanchaqueña

Golden is the gold, silver is white, silver is white
And black are the eyes that kill me, that kill me
And black are the eyes that kill me, that kill me

All the good girls are pursued, are pursued
Like a tender little tree by the ants, by the ants
Like a tender little tree by the ants, by the ants

Tiny and pretty you are growing up, you are growing up
For the hawks that are flying, that are flying
For the hawks that are flying, that are flying

If your little mouth were a sugar lump, a sugar lump
I would suck on it endlessly
Oh, oh, oh my Huanchaco woman, my Huanchaco woman

Girl, don't fall in love with a married man, with a married man
Because he's almost always in a hurry, in a hurry
Because he's almost always in a hurry, in a hurry
When passing through Huanchaco they invited me, they invited me
With some bewitched mate teas, bewitched mate teas

If your little mouth were a sugar lump, a sugar lump
I would suck on it endlessly
Oh, oh, oh my Huanchaco woman, my Huanchaco woman