La Sixto Violín
Los Huayra
The Sixto Violin
When the afternoon dies
Painting the carob trees
Silence grows in the air
And your violin sings
All your Quichua children
Keep a drum in their chest
Softly drumming
And your violin sings
Today I am far from home
But my soul sweetens
When you cry a chacarera
From your violin
Oh Sixto Palavecino!
Let me accompany you
With the syncopated weeping
Of my heart
How sweetly the coyuyos sing
In Ycaño, in Huyamampa
Inside your violin
Humming like a prayer
I have seen the weavers
With their eyes closed
Listening to the violin
Let the times pass
Let them forget your song
That will always be
In the lively air, your violin
Oh Sixto Palavecino!
Let me accompany you
With the syncopated weeping
Of my heart
