Llorando En Pachamalca
Picaflor de Los Andes
Crying In Pachamalca
Little thorn of the roads
You alone blame my destiny
At three in the morning
You have announced the bad hour
You know that I have cried
In Pachamalca for a love
I don't want you to mention it
Little thorn, my bad luck
When I leave tomorrow
Maybe it will be without return
Inside my thoughts
Tell my beloved until death
Then I want you to say
That my poor life has ended
Then I want you to tell
That my destiny has finished
Bad omen little thorn of the roads
Because your life is in danger
Beware of the hawk
