La Arunguita
Los Carabajal
The Little Arunga
In the middle of the night you agonize
From the pain, you cry,
In the middle of the night you agonize
From the pain, you cry.
For a precious flower
You suffer torment,
For a precious flower
You suffer torment.
My dear mother
In the middle of the night,
My dear father, little arunga
You are far away,
Little, tiny arunga
And arunga of my love.
And when I go to the field
I will bring you a flower,
And when I go to the field
I will bring you a flower.
Crying, crying you will be tormented
For the flower that you don't have.
Crying, crying you will be tormented
For the flower that you don't have.
My dear mother
In the middle of the night,
My dear father, little arunga
You are far away,
Little, tiny arunga
And arunga of my love.
