Flor de Retama
Martina Portocarrero
Broom Flower
Come everyone to see
Oh, let's see!
Come everyone to see
Oh, let's see!
In the Plazuela de Huanta
Little yellow broom flower
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
In the Plazuela de Huanta
Little yellow broom flower
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
Where the blood of the people
There, spills
Where the blood of the people
There, spills
Right there it blooms
Little yellow, broom flower
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
Right there it blooms
Little yellow, broom flower
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
There, where the hills light up until they reach dawn
There, where their skirts become women!
The children have to be men before being children
There, little yellow turning yellow grows
The broom flower!
At Five Corners they are
The Sinchis are entering
At Five Corners they are
The Sinchis are entering
They are going to kill students
Huantinos at heart
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
They are going to kill peasants
Huantinos at heart
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower
The blood of the people
Has a rich perfume
The blood of the people
Has a rich perfume
It smells like jasmine, violets
Geraniums and daisies
To gunpowder and dynamite
It smells like jasmine, violets
Geraniums and daisies
To gunpowder and dynamite
Damn!
To gunpowder and dynamite!
Oh, damn!
To gunpowder and dynamite!
