PLACEMENTS OF THE WISE AND ELDERLY (NAHUAXL-HUAHATLACOLLI)
BE CAREFUL OF THE THINGS OF THE EARTH.
DO SOMETHING. SHORT WOOD. WORK THE EARTH.
PLANT NOPALES. PLANT MAGUEYES.
YOU WILL HAVE TO EAT. TO DRINK, TO DRESS.
WITH THAT YOU WILL BE ON FOOT. YOU WILL BE TRUE.
WITH THAT YOU WILL WALK, WITH THAT HE WILL TALK ABOUT YOU.
IT WILL PRAISE YOU, WITH THAT YOU WILL GIVE TO KNOW ...
YOU WILL BE TRUE ...
YOU WILL BE TRUE ...
YOU WILL BE TRUE ...
TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS PATRIA
PATRIA, TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS PATRIA.
MOTHER, FOR LIFE AND DEATH
BLEED BY THE FLESH AND THE SOUL.
FOR HEAVEN AND SEA
THE SUGAR, THE SALT.
FOR THE INDIAN WAITING WITH THE RESCUE SKIN
THE RESURRECTION.
FOR THE GOING BIRD
FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH
CHALLENGING THE WINDS
THE ICE CREATED IN THE STORM
WITH THE PEAK POINTING
WITH WINGS FLYING
WITH DREAMS BIDDING TO FREEDOM
HERE THE INNOCENTS WERE DISREGARDED
TO THE BLACK PHASE OF ETERNITY.
HERE THE TORTURED, THE DISRUPTED
CLAMAN STILL FOR HIS ANCIENT PEACE.
AND EVERY YEAR THAT GOES ON OCTOBER 12
WITH THE DOLLED VOICE, COME BACK TO SING
RETURN TO SING
TOWARDS FREEDOM.
TAKI ONGOY
WHERE ARE OUR CHILDREN NOW
WHAT WIND THE NEIGHBORHOOD?
WHERE OUR GOLD MAIZALES
MECIÉNDOSE IN THE SUN?
WHAT WAS FROM OUR SACRED HUACAS?
WHAT WAS OF OUR PEACE?
CRYING FOR TITICACA AND THE BELOVED LIGHT
FROM PACHACAMAC.
I SAY TAKI ONGOY,
SLEEP A ROAD
VIRACOCHA WILL UNDERSTAND
HOW MUCH PAIN CIRCLE MY HEART.
GRITO TAKI ONGOY
I PREPARE MY ARMS
MANCO INCA SONREIRÁ
THE FLOWERS IN THE VALLEYS WILL REVIVE
THERE WILL BE SUCH HAPPINESS IN YOUR EYES
THAT OUR SOULS OF THE STARS TO THE WORLD WILL DOWN.
AND IN MACHU-PICCHU, SACRED CITY WILL BE CORPORATE:
AZTECAS, MAYAS, INCAS, CHIMUES, WILL CALL THE SUN.
THIS IS THE DAY OF THE FAIR YEAR. I FINISH PAIN.
I COME TO SING THE PROPHECY. THE INDIAN DID NOT DIED.
THE DOOR OF COSMOS
THE DOOR OF COSMOS OPENED SLOWLY
AND THERE VIRACOCHA FUNDO THE WORLD WE SEE
THINGS AND FAIRS AND THE CIVILIZING WORSHIP.
THE VALLEYS AND FRUITS. THE FINE PREMISES
AND WATER IN A GESTURE OF LOVE.
HE REIGNED AMONG OURSELVES. LOVED AMONG OURSELVES
AND ONE DAY COMING SOON.
THE GOD OF LIFE, THE GOD OF THE EARTH,
CROSSING THE WATERS OF THE SEA.
IGUAL QUETZACOATL IN MEXICO ONE DAY
THE TWO PROMISED TO RETURN
MY HEART WITH ITS DRUM
HIT THE DOORS OF TIHAUANACO
MY HEART IN HIS PAIN CALLS THE
HUESTES DE TIHAUANAKU
THE MEN WHO ARRIVE ARE NOT VIRACOCHA
IT DOES NOT EXIST IN ITS ACTS GOODNESS.
HIS MAGIC IS DEATH, HIS LOVE WEALTH
OF THE PEOPLE OF THE SON OF THE SUN.
MEETING IN CAJAMARCA
I BELIEVE IN MY GODS. I BELIEVE IN MY HUACAS
I BELIEVE IN LIFE AND IN THE GOODNESS OF VIRACOCHA
I BELIEVE IN INTI AND PACHACAMAC
LIKE MY CHARQUI, I TAKE MY CHICHA
I HAVE MY COYA, MY CUMBI,
I CRY MY MALLQUIS, I DO MY CHUÑO
AND IN THIS PACHA I WANT TO LIVE.
YOU PRESENT ME RUNA VALVERDE
NEXT TO PIZARRO A NEW GOD
YOU GIVE ME A BOOK THAT YOU CALL BIBLE
WHAT YOU SAY YOU SPEAK YOUR GOD:
NOTHING LISTENED BY MORE THAN ANY ATTEMPT
YOUR GOD DOES NOT SPEAK TO ME, HE WANTS TO CALL
WHY YOU KILL ME IF I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
YOUR BOOK DOES NOT SPEAK, YOU DO NOT WANT TO SPEAK.
DEATH OF ATAHUALPA
PIZARRO KILLED ATAHUALPA
NOT SEEING THAT THE SUN KILLED
MY WORLD HAS BEEN SPILLED
LIKE MY HEART
THE BLOOD THAT SPILLS
IT IS BLOOD OF MY LORD.
THE COSMOS GOES WITH IT
HE HAS DIED A SON OF THE SUN
THAT ABYSS WILL OPEN ITS FAUCES
TO SWALLOW MY PAIN
PIZARRO MATO TO ATAHUALPA
AND THE WHOLE CUZCO DIED
YEAR 1530 - PESTE
WE WERE TEN MILLION INDIANS
BETWEEN VALLEYS AND MOUNTAINS
MEN, WOMEN, OLD, CHILDREN
IN OUR KINGDOM OF PERU.
NEVER WEAKEN FROM THE PEST
UNTIL THE SPANISH ARRIVED.
WE WERE SLOWLY DYING
UNDER FEVER AND PAIN.
THE WONDER OF OUR KINGDOM SUCUMBIÓ
TO TORTURE, SLAVERY AND DISEASE
WE NEVER SUPPOSED HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT THE TRADITION
WE HAVE LOST TOGETHER WITH OURS
FREEDOM
AYA MARCAY QUILLA
NEVER LOSE YOUR CHILD IN YOUR ARMS.
NEVER SUFFER SUCH PAIN.
IT WILL SEEM THAT THE WORLD IS FINISHED
THAT SOMETHING INSIDE WAS BROKE.
THERE WILL BE NO PAIN THAT CAN BE WITH ME
INDIECITO SLEEPED
THE BLACK PESTE OF THE FOREIGNER
YOUR LAUGHTER IS TAKEN.
AYA MARCAY QUILLA WILL BRING IT AGAIN
BUT I WILL NOT SMILE
THE BRIGHTNESS OF THEIR EYES IS NOW TURNED OFF
TAKI ONGOY No. 2
WILL FALL ON THE EARTH AN ENDLESS RAIN
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