La Copla / Vals de la Quebrada

Let's form a circle
And sing ballads around
Don't get tangled up
Like yarn in a basin

How the north wind hits
The breeze folds back on me
Like the goat on the hill
She carries a burden

Songs of beloved Amaicha
You embed a thorn in me
She goes up the hills
She contemplates the rivers
She understands the dreams

Stone rolling downhill
Friendly stone of my stream
How lovely your mornings
With dew and short steps

I'll draw you on the ground
So I won't forget your gaze
I carry entwined in my soul
A flower from your mornings

I come singing downstream
Wait for me in the valley
I bring sweetness, I bring embrace
I bring the birds' song

Ooh uoh, ooh uoh

I'm turning into the north
My water flows downhill
I'm a sister of the winds
I look at the mountain and sing

Ooh uoh, ooh uoh
And I bring the birds' song
Ooh uoh, ooh uoh