La Atamisqueña

Atamisqui that misquiata
You tie my soul and heart
That's why I'm coming back
With my memories, dreams and love

I come looking for sweetness
Mature verses, honey and sun
When the new vidala
Pain burns through the trenches

Memories must uplift me
And I hear the new verse again
Manuel Roldán Sienavidez
Your glories live in the place

Atamisqui to all atas
But you unleash verses and love
When hitting very deep
The drums of the heart sound

Atamisqui of chilalo
Of honey stick, doca and mistol
Land Always in Love
Sweet and salty, saltpeter in bloom

In looms of hope
Chusi does blanket all color
The Atamiscan woman
Among her sorrows she weaves a love

With Quichua chacareritas
Fireplace and quinchas all feeling
The Creoles of Pampayasta
Their sorrows wear out, bass drum and violin