Martina Chapanay

She was from the lagoon, yes, sir
Daughter of chief Juan Chapanay
And of Theodora, the one the Huarpes long for
In our souls, she must endure

She was from the lagoon, yes, sir
A strong heroine like a ñandú
With a manly spirit seeking calm
That’s how the daughter of Juan Chapanay was

It was Martina Chapanay
The nobility of the place
Good Cuyana with a brown face
Brave and serene, they won’t forget you

And Guayama is, yes, sir
A pure lagooner; native and loyal
Feels a great longing for his homeland
Just like his grandparents, he wants to protect it

I wish I could be there; yes, sir
There in Guanacache, and pray like this
I ask the Virgin for the lagooners
Who shout to the heavens their happiness

It was Martina Chapanay
The nobility of the place
Good Cuyana with a brown face
Brave and serene, they won’t forget you