Zamba Del Chaguanco

Heat up the drums
Cutting through the murky jungle
While Juan, the wounded chaguanco
Bleeds out towards the Moon

With the knife in the came
Death was lurking around
Then, Juan felt life
Slipping away through his insides

Poor Juan, shadow of the woods
Blonde beast of the red river
To live like he does
Better off not dying old

Over the riverbanks
The evening cast its sorrow
And a voice, herding logs
Sent it drifting northward

When the color of the earth
Returns with the bumbunas
Juan's skin in the air
Will be a dark baguala

Poor Juan, shadow of the woods
Blonde beast of the red river
To live like he does
Better off not dying old