Carnaval

Calling out your valleys, calling out your salt flats
Indian, play your flute and forget your troubles
Today is your day of celebration, today you will smile
You'll forget the man's abandonment with the drink in hand.

From afar, you can hear the voices, the plains are dancing
In the northern towns, the carnival has begun
You can hear the panpipes, the drums, and the flutes
The Indian is drunk; for him, nothing else matters.

The carnival has died, and they're taking it to bury
Waiting for another year to find joy again
Once more, somber faces, the women carrying their kids
Each one with their sorrows, with their lives and their troubles.