Grito Santiagueño (part. Suna Rocha y Raúl Carnota)

In the ranches I was born
They call me: The Bandeño
Some mistol tree knew how to cradle me
As a baby, in my dreams
Some mistol tree knew how to cradle me
As a baby, in my dreams

Araranti Upiay
My caja is singing
And a verse follows the Moon
Looking for the morning
And a verse follows the Moon
Looking for the morning

When I sing, I feel
It's the Quechua spirit
Pulling from my veins
Makes me shout
To sing out our sorrows
I am a vidalero singer
From my Santiago land

I am a singer, I seek the Sun
Singing until the dream
My caja is in love
With the Santiagueño shout
My caja is in love
With the Santiagueño shout

When I die, maybe
Mixed with the earth
I will bloom in a carob pod
In some spring
I will bloom in a carob pod
In some spring

When I sing, I feel
It's the Quechua spirit
Pulling from my veins
Makes me shout
To sing out our sorrows
I am a vidalero singer
From my Santiago land