Mi aventura por la India

It was on a full moon afternoon,
in the jungle of Curuzú Cuatiá,
I was walking sadly with my raft,
pulling it through the land,
and deep inside the thick jungle,
I discovered a beautiful little Indian girl,
I approached, captivated by her beauty,
and very sweetly I said to her:

Little Indian girl! warm and fragrant like a flower (like a flower)
Little Indian girl! beautiful and innocent like a star, give me your love (and us too)
Little Indian girl! fresh, pure, and young, graceful dove, tender and attractive,
like a flower from the Paraná (and Uruguay)
a naked maiden who inhabits the jungle,
your feline body of comb and panther strikes at the sap of my heart,
when I hear your virgin brown song,
graceful and desirable because you are Little Indian girl! (PEEP PEEP, PEEP)

I approached trembling at her beauty,
she came closer and suddenly smiled at me,
I moved in, looking at her with tenderness (oh, oh, oh)
and in that moment, everything happened,
it happened that:

Ahetuta javé ichupé
opay peteí bmya
oívaecué i jyquere
nimbó rakatú raé

I walked away with my raft,
I left without even looking back.

- How did you leave?
- On the raft
- No, not the little Indian girl, what happened?
- Ah, the little Indian girl, you want details
- Yes
- Uh, well, she was there, right? in the jungle, she was naked, sensual, and the Indian inside me woke up
- HA HA HA HA!
- No, no, no, no, no, no. Look, I'm afraid you didn't understand me, the Indian who was with her woke up

Tarahuy, lily flower, blue bird.