Del Tiempo I'ñaupa
Roxana Carabajal
From the I'ñaupa Time
I shout that came from the mountain
Sadness and pain
In the form of a chacarera
It has become a song
Anguish of the old mountain
That came to an end
Hideout of quitilipis
Playing the little flute
Like an unknown bird
In solitude
This chacarera wandered
Looking to nest
It made a nest in my guitar
And there it stayed
She doesn't want to leave me
Nor do I
The blood of the Sun dried up
In the quebracho forests
For blond weeping
The tar wept for its death
In the forests of the I'ñaupa time
Almost mineral
This old chacarera
Came to find me
The wind that cradled her
In the branches
Sadly passes by whistling
Because she's no longer here
It made a nest in my guitar
And there it stayed
She doesn't want to leave me
Nor do I
