Antiguos Dueños de Flechas

Toba Indian
Wandering shadow of the jungle
Poor reduced toba
Ancient owner of the arrows

Toba Indian
Your chiefs have already gone,
Your Chiriguano brothers,
Abipones, Mocovies...

Shadow of Kokta and Noueto
Old wizards of the mountains
Do not abandon their children
Good people, poor people...

Toba Indian,
The guanaco and the deer,
The nobility of the quebracho
Everything is yours and the stars.

Toba Indian coming from Cangaye
Quitilipi, Aviaterai, Caguazu, Charadai,
Guaicuru, Tapenaga, Pirane, Samuhu,
Matara, Guacara, Pinalta,
Matara, Guacara, Pinalta...

Toba Indian not crying for that happy time
Pilcomayos and Bermejos crying for me
Camp of my race, America is
Of my jaguar race
It is America, it is...

Toba owner as before of the catfish and honey
Hunter of the charatas, the ounce, the armadillo
Toba king of yararas, guazupu and aguaras
The Gualamba is mine again
Again, again...