Baguala de Amaicha
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Amaicha Baguala
(baguala)
To sing bagualas,
The voice doesn't matter,
You just need to put in the verse,
All your heart.
They must not be bagualas,
While there is sun,
Walking and at night,
Surrounded by silence,
It is sung better.
Hitting the stones,
My good walker,
As if marking the same,
The beats of my heart.
And in the guardamontes,
Playing the drum,
With my hopes, and my joys,
I must have sung...!
To sing bagualas,
The voice doesn't matter,
You just need to put in the verse,
All your heart.
I like to see it in the summer,
When the grass ripens.
When two love each other well,
They greet each other from a league away.
You came, little one, maybe you'll like it...
I'm not from here,
I'm not from there,
I'm from the lands of puestoymoyá.
Heart that walks with dreams,
That wants to sleep,
At least turn into a verse,
So I can die happy.
I'm not from here,
I'm not from there,
I'm from the lands of puestoymoyá.
From puestoymoyá,
From puestoymoyá.
