Yana Runa

The story I tell today
Of my ancestors
African slaves
Worked hard on the master's land
They joined the Andean people
From Huancayo, Huancavelica
Blacks from Chincha
Huancayo, Huancavelica
African slaves

Acutilutilutilu
Acutilutilu ñarru
With the happiness God has given me
Acutilutilu ñarru
Runa kunahua and yana kunahua
They came together
Runa kunahua and yana kunahua
Their music mixed

Many years of living together
A population was formed
Of blacks and Andeans at heart
Many years of living together
A population of yanas and runas
At heart
The mixing began
Another generation was born
They broke many chains
On the boss's estate

Round two
No consequences
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi
Every bird eats corn
Huanchaco carries the fame

If the black man doesn't work
It's because he doesn't feel like it
If the Andean man doesn't work
It's because he doesn't feel like it
Guitar, violin, and harp
The huayno began
Box, cajón, jawbone
With the celebration it mixed
Round two
No consequences
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Calangachi calangachi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi
Ay machay machay machi ay tachi

Freedom, freedom
Taquichy
Freedom, freedom
Taquichy
Runa kunahua and yana kunahua
Taquichy
Blacks and Andeans
Taquichy
Yanas and runas
Taquichy
That's how it is
Happiness