Huajchita

With her very sad gaze, without speaking
Thinking about her dad
She's walking back to the place
That the tinku calls her
A whole year has passed; her dad has left
Sad she stayed, he left her alone
Huajchita has stayed

"My little boy come, soon you'll be older"
Her mom used to say,
"Your dad left, took him away
Our mother earth"

That little boy now is older
Always by her side
Her faithful charango to dance
With the huajchas tinkus