La Burrerita
Pedro Messone
The Little Donkey Girl
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl,
Carries a treasure attached,
Her sleeping child on her back.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl,
Crosses the desert,
With fruit from her orchard that she will sell poorly.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
I sing to you, I sing to you and sing to you again,
When you cross your ravine,
Your friend dawn sees your toil.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
And I've seen you, little donkey girl,
Sit next to a stone to rest in the shade,
Exposing your dark chest
And giving your little one something to suckle.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl,
And when the sun is setting,
Your happy Indian sees you return.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl,
Finally you arrive at your village
And next to your child, you can rest.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Donkey girl from Quillagua,
I sing to you, I sing to you and sing to you again,
When you cross your ravine,
Your friend dawn sees your toil.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
And I've seen you, little donkey girl,
Sit next to a stone to rest in the shade,
Exposing your dark chest
And giving your little one something to suckle.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
Bu, bu, little donkey girl, bu, bu, donkey girl.
