Chabuca Limeña

You took everything with you
The poncho and the guitar
The verse and the word
The dance and the song

We will have to see the celebration
Of the sky you now tread
Surrounded by your Incas
Who longed to hear your voice

Here the roses of your hair withered
Here there are no longer aromas
Your goodbye took them away

May the sky return us
To Chabuca in love
With the bridge and the promenade
With the river and the flower

Let me sing to you
Chabuca from Lima
With verses from your soul
With sounds from your land

Let me tell you
Chabuca from Lima
That the cinnamon flower
Was left crying

You took everything with you
The poncho and the guitar
The verse and the word
The dance and the song

We will have to see the celebration
Of the sky you now tread
Surrounded by your Incas
Who longed to hear your voice

Here the roses of your hair withered
Here there are no longer aromas
Your goodbye took them away

May the sky return us
To Chabuca in love
With the bridge and the promenade
With the river and the flower

Let me sing to you
Chabuca from Lima
With verses from your soul
With sounds from your land

Let me tell you
Chabuca from Lima
That the cinnamon flower
Was left crying

Let me sing to you
Chabuca from Lima
With verses from your soul
With sounds from your land

Let me tell you
Chabuca from Lima
That the cinnamon flower
Was left crying

Let me sing to you
Chabuca from Lima
With verses from your soul
With sounds from your land