Las Coplas Del Campo

How beautiful it is to sing
the verses of the countryside
ritual celebration and pain
of my brothers.

Ancient song
of mystery and mud
vidala and rebellion
dignified.

The Mishqui Mayu the sun
old musicians
inhabitants of the
ground and the sky.

How beautiful it is to sing
the verses of the countryside
ritual celebration and pain
of my brothers.

Sisters of the crespín
and of the deserts
the verses that in solitude
the wind proclaims.

Pilgrims of the sun
moan of violins
memory and heart
the dancers.

Feelings that in song
turn into nostalgia
well-made omen
of the salamanca.

How beautiful it is to sing
the verses of the countryside
ritual celebration and pain
of my brothers.