La Flor Azul
Los Chalchaleros
The Blue Flower
That only my old tunal remains
Listening to the river sing for the carnival
A hope accompanies me in loneliness
When the huayra muyoj whistles through the salt flat
You were a very leafy tree, poor heart
Tree left without leaves without a love nest
Tell him... Tell that blue flower chacarera
At night I look for her by the southern cross
This pain in love pains without ceasing
Looking to become a song to make me cry
Amalaya with the luck that I have had
Singing for the sake of singing, singing without being heard
When I remember his sweet-looking eyes
I sit down with my dog alone to whistle
Tell him, tell him, chacarera, my sorrow
That vidala is coming back to me for the carnival
