Cholo Soy Y No Me Compadezcas

I am Cholo and don't pity me
That those are coins that are worthless
And the whites give like someone gives money
We cholos don't ask for anything
Well, everything is missing
Everything reaches us

Leave me in the puna, to live at my leisure
Climb the hills behind my goats
Plowing the land, weaving ponchos, grazing my llamas
And throw the voice of my quena to the winds
You say I'm sad, what do you want me to do?

Don't you say that the cholo is soulless?
And it is like stone, without voice, without word
And cries inside, without showing the tears

Perhaps they were not the whites who came from Spain
That they killed us for gold and silver
There was no Pizarro who killed Atahualpa
After many promises, both pretty and false

So what do you want? What do you want me to do?
May I be as happy as a holiday
While my brothers bend their backs
For four cents that the boss pays them

You want me to laugh
While my brothers are beasts of burden
Carrying riches that others keep for themselves

You want laughter to broaden my face
While my brothers live in the mountains like moles
Dig and dig
While those who do not work get richer

You want me to be happy
While my sisters go to rich people's houses
The same as slaves
I am Cholo and don't pity me

Let me live freely in the Puna
Climb the hills behind my goats
Plowing the land, weaving ponchos, grazing my llamas
And throw the voice of my quena to the winds
Leave me alone, the mountain is here
He offers me his stones, perhaps softer
That those condolences that you give me

I am a Cholo and don't pity me!