Violetaren martxa

Our beloved Violeta
Dance the march,
With the handkerchief in your right hand
And then the other.
Look at the Basque people,
Heart full of joy,
Breaking the same chain
And the pair of shoes.

I never thought
You were so changeable,
Born in America
And entering our world.
In the world there is nothing
More beautiful than this,
Not knowing how to be
Dead and then alive.

This is a long march
Rarely heard
Although famous in Chile
You surely don't know,
Violeta Parra, friend
A very well-known singer,
Half Basque from now on,
This sound you have made.