Zamba Del Chaguanco

The drums are hot
Chopping the murky jungle
While wounded Juan chaguanco
Goes in blood towards the Moon

With the knife in the wine
Death was lurking around
Then, Juan felt life
Leaving through the offal

Poor Juan, shadow of the mountain
Animal path of the bermejo
To live as you live
It's better not to die old

On the river's fields
The evening threw its sorrow
And a voice, herding logs
Sent it 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 mountain
Animal path of the bermejo
To live as you live
It's better not to die old