Cuando Era Niño

When I was a child I saw my parents
There was no understanding between them
And I suffered for both of them
Since I was a child I was consumed
Since I was a child I was consumed

In my dreams I woke up
Defend my little mother, but there is my father
Incomprehensible, mother and son hit the ground
Mother and son hitting on the ground
Ama waqaspaya eloy valentin by andahuaylas

My mother cried so much for him, when she cried
Also at his side, his greenish face remained
Because of the mistreatment my father gave, forcing
Mother's duties, come on, little mother, don't cry so much
Let's go far away, far away from my father, very small lance
Screaming, then we took flight, like a
Dove raises her chicks

Please dear father, change now, I beg you
Here your son is crying, here your son is suffering
Please dear father, change now, I beg you, because here
Your son is crying, your son is suffering here