Chuá Chuá

Let the beautiful city, brown-skinned
Lovely little one, return to the backcountry
Drink from the spring that sings
And rises up from the ground

If you were born a fragrant mixed girl
Smelling like roses in the heart of the earth
Return to the peaceful life of the farm
To the old hut on the mountain

And the spring sings chua, chua
And the water flows chue, chue
It seems like someone so full of sorrow
Left behind those who will speak of longing
Amidst the rolling waters as well

The gentle moon with silver light
Makes its journey high in the sky
As if it were a lofty shadow
From the waterfall making a ruckus

When that light up in the distant height
Blonde, panting as it sets in the west
Give me that verse that the pine reveals
So I can return to the mountains, I want to leave

And the spring sings chua, chua
And the water flows chue, chue
It seems like someone so full of sorrow
Left behind those who will speak of longing
Amidst the rolling waters as well