Canción Quéchua

Where Tihuantisuyo was
The Indians were born
We arrived at the highlands
With dances, with hymns

Coyas played, fires burned
Two thousand live fires
They played golden flutes
And blessed Amautas
Where Tihuantisuyo was
The Indians were born
We arrived at the highlands
With dances, with hymns
Coyas played, fires burned
Two thousand live fires

They played golden flutes
And blessed Amautas
You descended blind from suns
Flying asleep
To find the airs widowed
With tears and Indian
And where there were cornfields
To see the wheat rise
And instead of vicuñas
To come across the steers
You descended blind from suns
Flying asleep
To find the airs widowed
With tears and Indian
Return to your Pachacamac
In-Vain-Comer
Crazy Indian, Indian child
Lost bird