By Tayta Manuel Pilco Asqui (Riobamba, Cacha – Chimborazo)
This song was written for the songwriter’s deceased son.
Lyrics
Puñuylla wawa puñuylla
kikilla wawa kikilla
tzakmakrikuna kanika
michikrikuna kanika
Aya shamunkami wawa
Kuku* shamunkami wawa
Wakakukta uyashpaka
Haku ñukawan ninkami
Kanlla rikpika wawalla
Kanlla rikpika ishulla
Piwanchari parlakusha
Piwanchari asikusha
Maypi chari tarikusha
Maypi chari hapikusha
Ñuka asik wawitulla
Ñuka pukllak wawitulla
*Maestra sings kusi
Translation
Sleep child, sleep
Rest child, rest
I have to work
I have to take the animals to graze
The souls must come
The ghosts must come
If they hear your cry
They will say to you “come with me”
If you go, my son
If you go, my son
With whom will I converse?
With whom will I laugh?
Where will I find?
Where will I encounter?
My smiling son
My playful son