– CUMBIA OF LOS LOROS –
I want to dawn singing.
I want to live singing.
I want to sing,
I want to sing.
This moment, this day
in this valley and new moon
with my aunts, with my cousins
and with my niece Ornella
This night that rejoices
and the family is celebrating.
In Huasco and in La Ligua
the stars are dancing freshly.
I want to dawn singing.
I want to live singing.
I want to sing,
I want to sing.
This party that brings us together
over there faraway:
accordions, uncle Alberto
and my grandmother looking at us.
Tell me, José Guillermo,
how does life gallop?
Cousin Taco, celebrating
and my mother, beautiful queen.
“In this magic moment
even the stones wake up
and I whisper songs to you
of love, hope and sorrow.
And all drink from the jar
the wine that waters tables.
My brother with all his soul
Plays an old guitar.”
I want to dawn singing.
I want to live singing.
I want to sing,
I want to sing.
