La Cueca Larga de Los Meneses

(long cueca)

I'm going to sing myself a cueca
Longer than feeling
So that my black man sees
That I'm not fooled.

The dancers say
To cause a stir
That if they sing to them, they dance
All night long.

All night long, yes,
Great pumpkin flower,
In the field is where
The roosters are seen.

The roosters sing, yes,
We're in one,
This is the long cueca
Of Saint Beinuno.

There is no woman who doesn't have,
Says my grandfather,
A mole on the earth
And another in the sky.

Another in the sky, my soul,
For a glance
I would shoot myself twice
And three times.

I'd be disarmed completely,
We're at four,
It's been forty days
Since I haven't been lucky.

Since I haven't been lucky, five,
Six, seven, eight,
Cover your shins
With a gaiter.

With a gaiter, yes,
We're at nine,
It flashes and thunders
But it doesn't rain.

But it doesn't rain, no,
Twice five,
Between Cucao and Chonchi
There's Huillinco.

What do you think, my black man,
We're at eleven,
If you come with me...
A bronze bed.

A bronze bed, my soul,
If it were true
I would cut my veins,
I'd fall dead.

I'd fall dead, twelve,
And one makes thirteen.
This is the long cueca
Of the Meneses.

Of the Meneses, yes,
Fourteen, fifteen,
Those guys who dance
Are lynxes.

They are lynxes, my soul,
They move their arms,
And with the best filly
They throw the lasso.

They throw the lasso, yes,
Sixteen days
The ducks take their time
To hatch offspring.

To hatch offspring, oh yes,
Because of a cadet
A seventeen-year-old girl has been killed.

Seventeen years old, well,
I'm not angry,
Freedom is free
Long live the eighteenth!

The water falls and doesn't fall,
It rains and it doesn't rain.
This is the long cueca
Of the nineteenth.