Aguas del Río Rímac

Water that runs through the Rímac River
In your current take away my sorrow
Because I suffered so much I can't anymore
For an ungrateful one who hasn't loved me
In Matucana there are good apples
In San Mateo very tasty young goats
There in my land there's a rich cemita
The pachamanca and the huaypachacta

On your banks I remember you
Friendly bodies bury in your waters
In Matucana you were the tragedy
Wicked river, treacherous river
The huanchurina and huarochiranas are good
Girls but with bad temper they know how to make goat stew
Putting goat cheese they know how to eat