Pájaro choquí

The legend tells that in a tree
Was perched
A Guarani Indian boy,
Who, startled by a cry
From his mother, lost support
And falling, died.

And that in the mother's arms
By a strange spell
He turned into a choquí bird.

Choquí, choquí, choquí, choquí
Singing this, he flies
Getting lost in the turquoise blue sky,
Choquí, choquí, choquí, choquí
How beautiful he is, flying
Getting lost in the Guarani sky.

And since that day, the Indian boy is remembered
When one hears
Like an echo that choquí.

It is the cheerful and boisterous song
Of the precious orange tree
That repeats its singing.

Jumps and pecks the oranges
Which is his favorite fruit
Repeating without stopping.

Choquí, choquí, choquí, choquí
Singing this, he flies
Getting lost in the turquoise blue sky,
Choquí, choquí, choquí, choquí
How beautiful he is, flying
Getting lost in the Guarani sky.