La Canción Del Trilpe

With black spits
you scare away your melancholy
Andean who climbs slowly
the mountain of your life

What good are the gifts
that come up on Three Kings' Day?
if they leave you all year
facing your hunger and your laws

San Benito and Caribay
drunks with tiple and miche
are walking around
under the cold drizzle
I saw them when they laughed
during the patron saint festivals
I saw San Benito give
a kiss to María Bonita

They already call you to the church
in the voice of a bell tower
you will pray for the promises
of the government to be fulfilled

Andean who are stopped
by your libertarian desires
the sermon of the priest
and the stick of the commissioner

Forgive me if this song
turns out tearful and sad
I got it while riding
the afternoon mist
and I brought it hidden
it was the song of the tiple (repeat)