La viajerita

From the hills
comes this zamba
that's why I call her
the little traveler, little dove.

Path of sand,
flowering tarco
and a heart that sorrows
for a forgotten love, little dove.

Oh, little traveler, dawn appears
bringing from the hills
freshness and aroma, little dove.

I am from above,
I am from Cochuma,
Little ranch mountain
and river of suns and moons, little dove.

To Alpachiri
I go on Sundays
and at night to the hill
I return alone, little dove.