El Guayacan
Los Mochicas
The Guayacan
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
Everyone shouts like an echo to the sky
In Motupe is my cross
It's celebrated with longing
She will come down from the hill
It's the bed of Jesus
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
Everyone shouts like an echo to the sky
In Motupe is my cross
It's celebrated with longing
She will come down from the hill
It's the bed of Jesus
