Cholo Soy - Ruby (La Voz Perú)

I am a cholo, don´t pity me though, those are worthless coins that the white people give as if they were giving money. We, the cholos, don't ask for anything, even though we have nothing, nothing is enough. Let me go to the Puna to live freely: to climb the mountains following my goats, plowing the soil, knitting some ponchos, herding my llamas, and releasing to the wind the voice of my quena You say I'm sad... What do you want me to do?! Don't you say the cholo is soulless, and like a stone, voiceless and wordless, and that he cries in the inside without showing his tears? Weren't the white people from Spain who killed us for gold and silver? Wasn't there someone called Pizarro who killed Atahualpa after making to him so many promises, pretty and insincere? Let me go to the Puna to live freely: to climb the mountains following my goats, plowing the soil, knitting some ponchos, herding my llamas and releasing to the wind the voice of my quena. Leave me alone that the mountain here offers me its stones, which are, perhaps, softer than those condolences you give me. I am a cholo, don't pity me though!