Turay, Turay

The Quichua gods go there
To wander in the night through the quebrachal
And when dawn arrives, tired of walking
They hear the cacuy shout: Turay, turay, turay

And in the middle of the quebrachal
Axe blows are felt
When suddenly through the branches
The carts go out to freight

The drunken Quichua gods go
With wise relics of peace
And when dawn arrives tired of walking
They hear the cacuy shout: Turay, turay, turay

When the prayer arrives
The flock returns from the pasture
And there in the pigsties the bleating is heard
Of that kid that curled up and stayed

When the prayer ends
A song takes over like a sad crepe
And far away on a chañar tree
The crespín is seen shouting: Crespín; crespín, crespín

The drunken Quichua gods go
With wise relics of peace
And when dawn arrives tired of walking
They hear the cacuy shout: Turay, turay, turay