Zuray-Zurita - Raphael

Tanto que hacer en la quebrada y en el llano

Tanto sembrar porque no falte el pan de trigo

Tanto bregar con la tormenta y el verano

El indio se olvidó de cantar

El indio se olvidó de pensar en lo divino

Tanto sudar por mantener el fuego vivo

Tanto labrar y cepillar bien la madera

Tanto subir y descender por los abismos

El indio se olvidó de cantar

El indio se olvidó de rezar de esta manera

Zuray, zuray, zuray, zuray zurita, zuray zurita

Mi virgencita pequeña, criolla, cobriza

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

Yo no me olvido de ti zuray zurita

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

Mi virgencita pequeña, criolla, cobriza

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

Yo no me olvido de ti zuray zurita

Tanto gritar por conducir bien el ganado

Tanto dormir en cualquier parte del camino

Tanto llorar y suspirar en solitario

El indio se olvidó de cantar

El indio se olvidó de pensar en lo divino

Tanto mirar porque no queme el sol el trigo

Tanto cuidar que no se pierda la cosecha

Tanto luchar de sol a sol porque es preciso

El indio se olvidó de cantar

El indio se olvidó de rezar de esta manera

So much to do in the quebrada and in the plain

Sow so much because there is no shortage of wheat bread

Both dealing with the storm and the summer

The Indian forgot to sing

The Indian forgot to think of the divine

So much sweat to keep the fire alive

Both tilling and brushing the wood well

So much going up and down the abysses

The Indian forgot to sing

The Indian forgot to pray this way

Zuray, zuray, zuray, zuray zurita, zuray zurita

My little virgin, creole, coppery

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

I do not forget you zuray zurita

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

My little virgin, creole, coppery

Zuray zurita, zuray zurita

I do not forget you zuray zurita

So much shouting for driving the cattle well

Both sleep anywhere along the way

So much crying and sighing alone

The Indian forgot to sing

The Indian forgot to think of the divine

So much looking because the sun does not burn the wheat

So much care that the harvest is not lost

So much fighting from sunrise to sunset because it is necessary

The Indian forgot to sing

The Indian forgot to pray this way