Quirquinchito Charanguito

With your light walk
You are tracing my path,
Soon you will find yours,
Armadillo of the sandy area. (x2)

Your story is the one you write
Of llareta and highlands,
Your footprints are the words
That get lost in the sand. (x2)

And when you have to leave
The sands of Oruro,
We will listen to your song
Turned into laughter and tears.

That is your noble destiny,
Armadillo of the sandy area.
At the death of your body
Your beautiful voice will be born.

Little armadillo, little charango player
Charango player, little armadillo;
To Bolivia you will sing
In the hands of a charango player. (3)