La Flor Azul - Abel Pintos

Mi viejo tunal

Sintiendo cantar al río

Para el carnaval

Me acompaña la esperanza

En la soledad

Cuando silva el Huairamuyoj

En el salitral

Árbol fuiste bien coposo

Pobre corazón

Árbol que quedó sin hojas

Sin nidos ni amor

Dile, dile chacarera

A esa flor azul

Que de noche yo la busco

Por la cruz del sur

Una pena enamorada

Pena sin cesar

Buscando volverse copla

Pa' hacerme llorar

Cuando recuerdo sus ojos

De dulce mirar

Me acomodo con mi pena

Solito a pitar

Amalhaya con la suerte

Que a mi me ha toca’o

Andar por andar, cantando

Sin ser escucha’o

Dile, dile chacarera

A esa flor azul

Que en las noches yo la busco

Por la cruzdel sur

my old prickly pear

Feeling the river sing

for the carnival

hope is with me

In the loneliness

When the Huairamuyoj whistles

in the salt flat

Tree you were very copious

Poor heart

Tree left without leaves

Without nests or love

Tell him, tell him chacarera

to that blue flower

That at night I look for her

by the southern cross

a grief in love

endless sorrow

Looking to become copla

to make me cry

When I remember your eyes

sweet to look at

I settle with my sorrow

alone to beep

Amalhaya with luck

That it has touched me

Walking for walking, singing

Without being heard

Tell him, tell him chacarera

to that blue flower

That at night I look for her

by the southern cross