La Atamisqueña

Atamisqui, you tie me up
You tie my soul and heart
Maybe that's why I come back
With my memories, dreams, and love.

I come looking for sweetness
Mature verses, verses of the sun
When the new vidala
Burns the pain through the trenches.

Memories will haunt me
And I hear the old verse again
Manuel Roldán Venavidez
Your glories live in the place.

Atamisqui ties everyone
But unleashes verses of love
When hitting deep
The drums of the heart sound.

Atamisqui of chilalo
Of honey from the stick, doca, and mistol
Land always in love
Sweet and salty, saltpeter and sun.

In a loom of hope
Chusi if blanket all colors
The Atamisqueña woman
Among her sorrows weaves a pain.

With Quichua chacareritas
Bonfire and Quichua all feeling
The criollos from Pampayasta
Spend their sorrows, drum and violin.

Atamisqui ties everyone
But unleashes verses of love
When hitting deep
The drums of the heart sound.