Ushua llaqtay qespichiwarqanki, chaymantataq �oqa saqeyki,
Kay kunantaq kutirimuchiayki, yuyawankirackchu Ushuallay.
Chakillaypas nanariwachian�am Witama orqota uraqtiy,
Aylluykunapas man suyuwanchu, yuyayllaymi apamuwachian.
Ushua llaqtay chayamunin, Chakapatapin purichiani�am,
Tayta mamaypas ripukusqa�am, wasillaypas tu�irusqa�am;
Chaymi kaypi �oqa waqachianim Ushuallaytam qawa qawaspa,
Chaypi kaypi �oqa waqachianim runallaytam yuya yuyaspa.
Ushua runay maypi�ataq kanki, puqllaq masiy mayta�am rinki,
K�o�i Kaqa Qochapin maskayki, Pampachackratapas rini�am.
Corculla llaqtatapas siqanim, runallaywan tupasaq nispa,
Oyolo llaqtapipas purinin aullullaywan tinkusaq nispa.
Ushua llaqta rikuyki�am, kay tutatam ripuchiani�am,
P�unchawpiqa waqachiykimanmi, chaymi killa tutapin risaq;
Man sonqoyqa ripuyta munanchu, �awillaytaq waqaylla waqan,
Man sonqoyqa ripuyta munanchu, �awillaytaq waqaylla waqan
Weqellaytaq uyayta oqh�on.
English Translation
My town of Ushua
My town of Ushua, you gave me life and my personality, regretfully I left you;now I�m coming back to you, hoping that you my beloved town still remembers me.
My feet started to hurt me, crossing up & down the steep mountain of Vitama,
No one waits for me in Ushua, just my memories are bringing me back to you. I�ve dreamed of you every night for years.
Now I arrived; I�m here, my town of Ushua, I�m already wandering, walking in the main square of Chakapata.
My parents and family had left, and I see my home is in ruins now.
That is why I�m crying here, looking around my town of Ushua;
I cry, remembering my family & friends who used to live here.
The people in Ushua who I used to know, where can I find you?
My childhood playmates, which far land you have gone to.
I went down to Kaqa, I went to the cornfields of Pampachackra to look for you,
I went up to next town of Corculla, thinking that I would find my people there.
I also walked through the streets of the neighboring town of Oyolo, hoping to find any of my friends or relatives there.
My town of Ushua, I have seen you, my place has forgotten me; this evening I�m leaving, I�m going away again.
If I leave in day time, I would make us cry, that is why I�m leaving in the night, walking under the full moon.
My heart doesn�t want to leave, my eyes don�t stop weeping,
My heart doesn�t want to leave, and my eyes can�t stop crying,
My tears are running down, covering my face as I go away.
Traducci�n a Castellano
Mi Pueblos de Ushua
Mi pueblo de Ushua
Mi querido pueblo de Ushua, me hiciste crecer, luego por circunstancias de la vida me alej� de ti.Ahora estoy regresando mi querido pueblo de Ushua, con la esperanza que todav�a te acuerdas de mi.
Mis pies ya empezaron a dolerme de tanto caminar, bajar y subir �ste enpinado cerro de Vitama.
Mis parientes no me esperan en Ushua, s�lo mis recuerdos me est�n haciendo regresar, so�� todas las noches, por a�os en ti pueblo de Ushua.
Ya llegu�, ya estoy aqu� mi querido pueblo de Ushua, ya estoy caminando en la calle principal de Chakapata;
Ya mis padres y parientes se hab�an ido, y tambi�n mi casa ya se encuentra en ruinas.
Es por eso que estoy llorando aqu�, mirando alrededor de mi pueblo de Ushua;
Es por eso que estoy llorando, recordando mis familias y parientes que viv�an en Ushua.
Gente de Ushua, de aquellos a�os , �d�nde se encuentran?
Mis compa�eros de juego infantil, a que tierras lejanas se han ido?
Les busqu� en los ba�os termales de Kaja y tambi�n ya fu� al maizal de Pampachacra.
Ya sub� al pueblo de Corculla, creyendo que iba a encontrarme all� con mi gente.
Tambi�n ya camin� por las calles de Oyolo, pensando que all� me iba a encontrar con mis parientes.
Mi pueblo de Ushua, ya te he visto y te he contemplado, �sta noche ya me estoy regresando;
si me voy en el d�a te har�a sollozar, por eso me voy en noche de luna.
Mi coraz�n no quiere irse y mis ojos no paran de llorar, mi coraz�n no se quiere ir, y mis ojos no cesan de llorar.
Mis l�grimas siguen moj�ndome la cara as� como me voy alejando de mi querido pueblo de Ushua.
EL CONDOR PASA (Quechua)
Yau kuntur llaqtay orgopy tiyaq
Maymantam gawamuhuakchianqui, kuntur kuntur
Apayllahuay llaqtanchikman, wasinchikman chay chiri orgupy,
Kutiytam munany kuntur kuntur.
fuga.
Kuzco llaqtapyn plazachallampyn suyaykamullaway,
Machupicchupy Huaynapicchupy purikunanchiqpaq.
EL CONDOR PASA, (Espa�ol)
Oh majestuoso C�ndor de los andes, llevame, a mi hogar, en los Andes,
Oh C�ndor.
Quiero volver a mi tierra querida y vivir con mis hermanos Incas,
que es lo que m�s a�oro oh C�ndor.
fuga.
Esp�rame en Cuzco, en la plaza principal,
para que vayamos a pasearnos a Machupicchu y Huayna-picchu.
English translation: The Majestic Bird passes overhead
Oh mighty condor owner of the skies, take me home, up into the Andes
Oh mighty condor.
I want go back to my native place to be with my Inca brothers,
that's what I miss the most, Oh mighty Condor.
fuga.
Wait for me in Cusco, in the main plaza,
so we can take a walk in Machupicchu and Huayna-picchu.
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Ayacucho Taki - Song from Ayacucho - Canci�n Ayacuchana
Hina Ripuchun Chay Urpi
Hina ripuchun, hina pasachun chay urpi, paychum yacharja cuyachicuyta �ojahuan.Mana yacuyoj ch'aki jochaman chayaspam, panpacunapi latayqachanja chay urpi.
Mana rapiyoj ch'aki sachaman chayaspan, raman ramanlla pahuaycachanja chay urpi.
Cuyay yananpa wijechallantam paqanqa, mayulla hina paralla hina waqaspa.
English Translation
Let Her Leave (My pigeon)
Let my little pigeon fly away, she did not appreciate my love.
When she gets to a dry lake, she will wander around looking for water to drink.
When she rests up on a dry tree, she will fly from branch to branch looking for food.
She will pay for the tears of her lover, crying like a river, like the rain.
Traducci�n a Castellano
D�jala que se Vaya (esa paloma)
Que se vaya esa paloma, ella no supo hacerse querer conmigo.
Cuando llegue a una laguna seca, all� en la pampa va estar rodando buscando agua.
Cuando llegue a un �rbol seco sin hojas, de rama en rama va estar volando.
Pagar� las l�grimas de su amado llorando como el r�o o como la lluvia.
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Hugo GutierrezLlaqtallay Inti, Aymaraqkuna runa simikunaq
Janaqpacha parakuna, kuntur pawaqkuna
Chay kutimuspa rikumuyllaytiyki chukchaykunapas
kanqa chay Illimani hina.
Taita Inti, Pachamama nayaj wawamatua
Jumaruw arthansma suma jananajataqui.
Maypin kanki wawqeykuna, qapaq pachamama
Mayakuna, Inkakuna, pikuna manan kaypi�achu.
Taita Inti, Pachamama wawanacamaptua
Jacana munapjtua yupaychanamataqui.
Longing for the Homeland - Song from Bolivia
Sun of the Andes of the Aymaras and the Quechuas,
Rain from heaven, flight of condors,
When I see you again my hair will be like the Illimani*
Taita Inti*, Pachamama*, I am your son,
On my knees I implore you for my happiness.
Where are you my brothers, glory of the earth,
Mayas and Incas, those who are no more?
Taita Inti, Pachamama we are your sons.
We want to live to sing your praises.
*note: Illimani: White mountain peaks in Bolivia
*Tata Inti: Father Sun
*Pachamama: Mother Earth
Nostalgia - Canci�n Boliviana
Sol de los Andes de Aymaras y Quechuas
Lluvia de cielos, vuelo de mallkus
Cuando volver� a verte mis cabellos
estar�n como el Illimani*.
Taita Inti* Pachamama* Nayaj wawamatua
Jumaru arthansma suma jananajataqui
D�nde est�n hermanos gloria de tierra,
Los Mayas, Incas, todos aqu�llos
Que no est�n m�s.
Taita Inti*, Pachamama* wawanacamatua
Jacana munapjtua yupaychanamataqui.
*Illimani: Cumbre de los Andes de Bolivia (La Paz)
*Tata Inti: Padre Sol
*Pachamama: Madre Tierra
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Llamachantin richian Juancha, C'huspachampas aicha kankawan, c'hu�uwanRichian chay pampa raymiman, pillku pollerakunapas
Chay pampa raymipin sicuripas, charangochapas.
Chay purisqanmanta sayk'uruspa mallki llantuchampi Juancha pu�ukun,
chay musquyninpitaq llamachan qoqauninta mikurusqa
Rijch'arijtintaq cheqaypi mikurusqa, payqa nin, himanasqa mikurunki qoqauninta llamacha.
Kunanqa yarqasqam kani, pampa mamachallaman willarakamusaq.
Raymi pampaman chayaruspa Juancha, takichian,
upiachian aqachata llamachanmanpas qon putuchanpi, yarqayninkuta qonqanankupaq.
Machasqa�am Juancha, llamachampas aqacha upiasqankunamanta,
kunantaq kusisqa rinku machasqakuna chay pampa raymiman, tusustin, sukaynistin.
Juanito - Bolivian Song
Walking with his llama, his woollen bag full of dried meet and dried potato,
Juanito is going to the festival in the plains.
Skirts of all colours at the festival in the plains.
Little guitars play the rhythms of the high platau.
After walking so long, he fell asleep in the shade of a tree.
During his short nap his llama ate his food
and in his dream his llama ate all the dried meat and potatoes.
Juanito was so surprised that his dream was true.
"Why have you eaten it all, little llama?
Now I'll be hungry, I'm going to complain to the everything around us.
When Juanito arrived at the festival, he began to sing and drink the local beer.
He invites his llama to share his drink from his bowl, to forget their hunger.
After drinking so many bowls, the llama and Juanito are completely drunk.
They now return to the village, happily, drunkenly, dancing and whistling.
Juanito - Canci�n Boliviana
Va marchando su llamita Juanito, su c'huspita lleno de charque y chu�o;
p'ala pampa fiesta, polleras multicolores, p'ala pampa fiesta sicuris charanguitos.
Despu�s de tanto caminar Juanito, a la sombra de un arbolito duerme y en su corto sue�o,
su llamita comi� el charque y en su corto sue�o su llamita comi� el chu�o.
Tanto fue la sorpresa de Juanito que su sue�o a sido realidad,
por que has comido, llamita, ahora tengo hambre, a la pampa Mamita ahora me voy a quejar.
Llegando a la pampa fiesta Juanito, va cantando y tomando chichita,
en su tutumita invita a su llamita, para olvidar todo el hambre que ten�an.
Machaditos la llamita y Juanito, despu�s de tomar tantas tutumitas,
ahora se van al pueblo, muy contentos y machados,
ahora se van al pueblo bailando y silvando.
Kechwa song "Solischa"
Sulischallay sulis, tustuncallay tustun�Mayqin tindapitah sinsillamuykiman?
Iskina tindayuh, hamunki niwaran;
Aqata uxyasun, chaynata niwaran.
Imas rishaymancu, imas tumaymancu;
mana rihsisqaywan, mana yacasqaywan.
Sulis sulischallay, tustun tustuncally;
huhnin tindapiqa tukurapusayki
Sulischallay sulis, sunquymi nanawan;
rantiyta munaqtiy mana aypankichu.
Translation of "Solischa"
Money, my small change, just forty cents.Where should I go to spend it?
The owner of the store on the corner asked me
to have some chicha* with him.
I think I shouldn't go, and I shouldn't spend it
with someone who I don't know.
Money, my few coins, just forty cents.
I want to buy things but it isn't enough,
My little coins, your so few.
I feel disappointed.
*note: chicha is a drink of fermented corn
Traducci�n de "Solischa"
Soles* solecitos m�os, cuarenta centavitos m�os;�en cual de las tiendas voy a gastarlos?
El due�o de la tienda en la esquina me dijo que fuera
a tomar chicha con �l, hasta emborracharnos.
�Qu� voy a ir yo! �Qu� voy a beber yo!
con gente desonocida, con gente que no conozco.
Mi dinero, mis pocos centavos, cuarenta centavitos.
�En c�al tienda te voy a gastar?
Soles, solecitos m�os, me duele el coraz�n.
Cuando quiero comprar y no alcanzas casi para nada.
*nota: Sol es dinero del Per�
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Kechwa song "Tambobambino"
Tambobambino maqt'acha, parachallapin purichian,
Flautachallantan fukustin, charangochantaq kunkanpi.
�Wifalitay wifala, wifala, wifala, wifala!
Tambobambino warmacha, parachallapin tusuchian,
Punchuchallanpas uquchian, ch'ulluchallampas sut'uchian.
�Wifalitay wifala, wifala, wifala, wifala!
Tambobambino maqt'acha, esquinachapin sayachian,
Oqotachampas chulluchian, qara makichampas sut'uchian.
�Wifalitay wifala, wifala, wifala, wifala!
English Translation of "Tambobambino"
A boy from Tambobamba is walking in the rain,Playing his flute, with his musical charango hanging from his neck.
What a foolish little boy! What a silly little boy!
A boy of Tambobamba is dancing in the rain.
His poncho is getting wet and his chullo hat is dripping.
What a foolish little boy! What a silly little boy!
A boy from Tambobamba is standing at the corner,
His sandals are getting soaked and his gloves are dripping.
What a foolish little boy! What a silly little boy!
*note: charango is a musical insturment that looks like a miniature guitar.
Traducci�n de "Tambobambino"
Un muchachito de Tambobamba est� caminando en la lluvia,Tocando su quena y su charango colgandose del cuello.
�Hay que ni�o m�s tonto! �Hay que ni�o m�s tonto!
Un jovencito de Tambobamba est� bailando en la lluvia,
Su poncho se est� mojando y su chullo est� goteando.
�Hay que ni�o m�s tonto! �Hay que ni�o m�s tonto!
Un jovencito de Tambobamba est� parado en una esquina,
Sus ojotas se estan remojando y sus guantes estan goteando.
�Hay que ni�o m�s tonto! �Hay que ni�o m�s tonto!
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LUCHIN, Cancion Chilena
Por Victor Jara.
Frag�l como un volant�n en los techos de Barranca,
jugaba el ni�o Luch�n con sus manitos moradas,
Con la pelota de trapo, con el gato y con el perro,
y el caballo lo miraba...
En el agua de sus ojos se ba�aba el verde claro,
gateaba a su corta edad con el potito embarrado,
Con la pelota de trapo, con el gato y con el perro,
y el caballo lo miraba...
El caballo era otro juego en aquel peque�o espacio,
y al animal parec�a le gustaba ese trabajo,
Con la pelota de trapo, con el gato y con el perro,
y con Luchito mojado...
Si hay ni�os como Luch�n que comen tierra y gusanos,
abramos todas las jaulas pa' que vuelen como p�jaros,
Con la pelota de trapo, con el gato y con el perro,
y tambi�n con el caballo.
Quechua translation of Luchin
Waira apananpaq hina chay Barrancas
wasi patapi uchuk Luchucha chiri kulli makichantin pukllachian
Chay saqsa pelotanhuan, misinhuan, allgonhuan,
caballotaq qawachian.
Chay �awin yakunpitaq armaykun chay chuya
qomeruchuk wawaqa lloqayqa�a map'a sikichantin
Chay saqsa pelotanhuan, misinhuan, allgonhuan,
caballotaq qawachian.
Caballopas kasqa wawak pukllananpaq
chaypiuywamantaq malliiqa llamkaynin
Chay saqsa pelotanhuan, misinhuan, allgonhuan,
Luchuchapas uqu sikintin.
Kichasun llapallan jaulakunata fawanankunapaq
pisqokuna hina.
Chay saqsa pelotanhuan, misinhuan, allgonhuan,
caballontinpas fawanankunapaq.
English translation of Luchin
Song from a shanty town on the outskirts of Santiago, Chile.
Fragile like a kite over the roofs of his town,
little Luch�n played, his small hands blue with cold,
With a ball made out of rags, with a cat and with a dog,
a horse looked on...
His tears bathed his clear green eyes,His little body crawled along,
with its mud stained bottom,
With the rag ball, with the cat and with the dog,
and the horse looked on...
The horse was another playmate in that small space,
and the animal seemed to like that job,
With the rag ball, with the cat and with the dog,
and with little Luch�n all wet and cold.
If there are other children like Luch�n, eating earth and worms like hungry birds,
then lets open their cages so they may fly like birds,
With the rag ball, with the cat and with the dog,
and also with the horse.
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ADIOS PUEBLO DE AYACUCHO
Adi�s pueblo de Ayacucho, Perlaschallay.
Tierra donde he nacido perlaschallay.
Ciertas malas voluntades perlaschallay.
Hacen que yo me retire perlaschallay.
Pagarinsi ripuchiani Perlaschallay.
Mana pita adi�s nispa perlaschallay.
Causaspaycha kutimusaq perlaschallay.
Hua�uspayga mana�acha perlaschallay.
Adi�s pueblo de Ayacucho perlaschallay.
Tierra donde he nacido perlaschallay.
Por m�s lejos que me vaya perlaschallay.
Nunca podr� olvidarte perlaschallay.
English translation: Good bye, village of killings
Good bye land of Ayacucho, precious dear pearl.
My home land, place where I was born, precious dear pearl.
Some painfull circumstances, precious dear pearl.
Made me go from my native land, precious dear pearl.
Tomorrow morning I'm departing, my precious pearl.
With no good byes to anyone, my precious pearl.
I'm coming back if God allows me, my precious pearl.
I'll try to comeback, until I die, my precious pearl.
Good bye land of Ayacucho, my precious pearl.
My home land, place where I was born, my precious pearl.
No matter how far I will travel, my precious pearl.
I will not ever forget you, my precious pearl.
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Pacha Mama
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Medley
Medley of Spanish songs, translated to Quechua and sung by AdaColecci�n de canciones, traducido y cantado por Ada
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Tarukaq mosqoyning
Wik�u�acha, tarukacha, kay karumanchu hamunky�oqallay hinachu waqanki, tropaykita yuyarispa.
Wik�u�acha, tarukacha, kay karumanchu hamunky
�oqallay hinachu llakinki, orqoykita yuyarispa.
Ripukusaq, kutipusaq, nispallachu takishanki
Chakichaykitan maneanku mana�a ripukunaykipaq.
Ayqekusaq, safakusaq, nispallachu takishanki
Chakichaykitan watanku mana�a ayqekunaykipaq.
Ripuytaqa ripuwaqmi, kutiytaqa kutiwaqmi
Chaupi tutatan hamusaq, kuskalla ripukunanchiqpaq.
Ayqeytaqa ayqewaqmi, safaytaqa safawaqmi
Wallpa waqaytan hamusaq, kuskalla ayqekunanchiqpaq
Orqonchiqta chayaruspa, tropanchiqwan tinkuruspa
Takiykusun, tusuykusun, wik�u�a masinchiqkunawan.
Pampanchiqta chayaruspa, ch�uqllanchiqta chayaruspa
Kusikusun, parlakusun, ayllullanchiqkunallawan.
English Translation
Dreams of a Deer
Little deer, little deer, you are far from home. You are crying like me, remembering your friends from the herd.
Little dear, little deer, you have come this far.
You are sad like me, remembering the mountains of your home.
You keep repeating "I�m leaving, I�m going back",
but they tied up your feet so you can not go back.
You keep saying I�m escaping, I�m going,
But they tied up your feet, so you can not escape.
But I�ll help you escape, I�m coming at midnight,
we will leave together.
Yes, you still can escape, I�m coming when the rooster crows,
we can escape together.
When we get to our mountains we�ll met our group,
we will sing and dance with the other deers.
When we get to our plains and return to our home,
we will talk and enjoy ourselves among all our relatives.
Traducci�n a Castellano
Sue�os de una Vicu�a
Viku�ita, tarukita, c�mo llegaste a �ste lugar tan lejanoEstas llorando como yo, recordando a tu tropa.
Viku�ita tarukita, c�mo veniste a �ste lugar tan lejano
Estas apenada como yo recordando a tu cerro.
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Unjustly Jailed
Mana Allin Sank'aq Wasikuna
Oh Ayacucho!My native land.
How much I miss you and all my people.
My eyes are crying, thinking of my children,
Those who are dying in Peruvian jails.
My heart is hurting thinking of my brothers,
Those who are crying, asking for justice.
O Ayacucho
Kuyasqay llaqta,
Kay karumantan takiykamuyki,
Plazallaykipin wawallay wa�un,
Carcelniykipitaq qosallay waqan,
Plazallaykipin wawallay wa�un,
Carcelniykipitaq qosallay �ak'arin.
Haku pasapusun wayqellay llaqtanchiqmi suyawanchis.
Haku pasapusun hermanoy wasinchiqmi suyawanchis.
Ayacuchano valiente venceremos la injusticia.
- English Translation of the Quechua part of:
Mana Allin Sank'a wasikuna = Unjustly jailed.
Oh Ayacucho!
My beloved land,
From far away I'm singing to you.
My son was killed in your square,
And my husband is crying from your jail,
Brothers, let's go back to our town, which is waiting for us.
Brothers, let's go back homes, which are waiting for us.
Courageous Ayacuchano, we will conquer the injustice.
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Los Verdaderos Terroristas
�Pin Chay Mana Allin Runakuna?
Chay hatun runakuna niwanchis mana allinkuna kanki nispa.Paykuna wa�uchinakunku �oqanchisman juchawananchiqpaq.
Llaqtay masiy wayqeykuna chayqa ama t'athqaykisunkichu.
Wakchalla kanchinanchiskama paykunaqa juchachiwasunchis imamantapas.
Llaqtay masi wayqeykuna chayqa ama t'athqaykisunkichu.
Llapallan llaqtanchiskuna �ak'arin chay mana allin runakunawan.
Llaqta masiy wayqeykuna, ama i�iychu chay soq'alliq kamachikuqkunata.
Llaqta masiy wayqeykuna, ama i�iychy chay sinchi tukuqkunata.
paykunaqa wa�uchiqninchiqkunan, �ak'ariqninchiqkunan.
Chayna ankallikunaman juchachinku chaymanta.
Chaymi wayqeykuna amachanakusun, yanapanakusun uklla hina.
Rikch'ariy wayqeykuna, ripunanchiq timpo�an chayamun.
Rikch'ariy llaqtallay, marq'anakunanchiqpaq.
Kunallanmi hamurparinqaku chay saynatasqa shinchikuna.
Llapallanchiqtan wa�urachiwasunchis inaspalla makinkunata maylliykunqaku.
English Translation: "Who are the real Terrorists?"
By Ada Gibbons
The people in power call us terrorists.
They do the killing, then put the blame on us.
Andean brothers, this is nothing new.
As long as we are poor, we are unjustly accused.
Andean brothers, this is nothing new.
Our people suffer so much injustice.
Brothers, don't believe the government officials.
Brothers, don't trust those military people.
They are the ones who kill and torture us,
then blame it on the guerrillas.
They are the ones who kill and torture us,
because of that we should fight united.
Wake up Brothers, it's time to live.
Get up my people, and give us a hug,
For soon the masked soldiers will be here,
They will kill us, then wash their hands.
�Quienes son los Verdaderos Terroristas?
Por Ada Gibbons
Los grandes nos acusan de ser terroristas.
Entre ellos se matan y luego nos hechan la culpa.
Hermanos del Ande eso no les sorprenda.
Mientras que seamos pobres nos culparan de algo.
Hermanos del Ande eso no les sorprenda.
Nuestros pueblos sufren muchas injusticias.
No crean hermanos a esos gobernantes.
No confien hermanos en esos militares.
Son los que nos matan, son los que nos torturan,
para luego culpar a los guerrilleros.
Son los que nos matan, son los que nos torturan,
por eso hermanos luchemos unidos.
Depierten hermanos que es hora de irnos.
Despierta mi pueblo denos un abrazo.
Ya muy pronto llegan cachacos enmascarados,
nos mataran a todos y se lavaran las manos.
Audio file: compressed "Real Audio", 255K Bytes. Fast Energetic Song, 3 minutes.
Embassy
Audio file: compressed "Real Audio", 447K Bytes.Slow song, in Quechua & Spanish, in memory of the people who died at the Japanese Embassy in Peru in 1997; 3 min. 58 sec.
Pinochet
Audio file: compressed "Real Audio", 363K Bytes.Song about the conflict in Chile when Pinochet came to power;
Canci�n sobre Pinochet, y el conflicto con el pueblo Chileno. 3 min. 5 sec.
Puka Pullera (The Girl in the Red Dress -- La Chica del Vestido Rojo)
Audio file: compressed "Real Audio", 369K Bytes.Sung in Quechua by 8 year old Inti Gibbons and his mother Ada, Organ by Inti, Guitar by Madardo Molina; 3 min. 5 sec.
Malaguena
Audio file: compressed "Real Audio file", 430K Bytes.Spanish flamenco influence, played with one guitar (sounds like two guitars); By:
Agustin Eastwood DeMello austined@cruzers.comRecorded with permission from DeMello's CD.Length: 3 min. 40 sec.
If you can't play Real-Audio (.RA) files, you can get their free RealPlayer software.
Consiga la versi�n gratuita de RealPlayer, por formato .RA.
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