Morena Esperanza (Homenaje a Illapu)

Hope is rhythmic
It got in between the skirts
And it was affirming the step
That the brown woman danced

To the dark-skinned man who dreamed
Of turning his whole life around
Hope gave him a kiss
Lying about spring

The dark-skinned people in celebration
Drumming with hope
Shaking legs and hips
Burning like fire

The Lira
With flavor

Suspended from the Moon
The brown women come and go
And their agitated breasts
Shining like stars

On the earth hope is growing
For the good ones
And the gods are dancing
Flag of the dark-skinned