Mamita
Kala Marka
Mommy
The Sun rises over the frozen field
With your skirt worn through the years
That the air of the wind from the high plateau
Little sheep found in the mountains
To fight against this hard life
Only the lovely coca leaf can help you
Sweetie, your dark circles
They are the pride of Pachamama
Mommy, are you praying for the earth?
Even the Moon is left speechless
He doesn't even mention the rain and the Sun
Where have your lost dreams gone?
Mommy, are you praying for the earth?
Even the Moon is left speechless
He doesn't even mention the rain and the Sun
Where have your lost dreams gone?
A callus has formed on the sole of the foot
Dust from the frost in your land
Your belly and your breasts are wrinkled
Like the land that has yielded so much fruit
Despite this life that is so hard
Your body glows with this love
That only mothers have
My sweet mommy, I love and adore you
You leave dancing in your Highlands
Like a star wara warita
The Moon reflects your black braids
Woven with silver threads
You leave dancing in your Highlands
Like a star wara warita
The Moon reflects your black braids
Woven with silver threads
La, la, la la
