Cholo Soy - Ruby (La Voz Perú)
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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!