Angelita Huenumán [English translation]

In the valley of Pocuno

Where the wind ricochets off the sea

Where the rain bred the mosses

Angelita Huenumán lives.

Between the evergreen and roble beech trees

the hazelnut and pitrán trees

among the aroma of the chilca trees

Angelita Huenumán lives.

Cared for by five dogs

a son whom love abandoned

simple as her small farm

the world spins around her.

The red blood of the bell flower

runs in her Huenumán veins

beside the light of a window

Angelita weaves her life.

Her hands dance on the thread

like the wings of the chincol bird

it is a miracle how she weaves

even the aroma of the flower.

In your looms, Angelita,

there are time, tears, and sweat

they are in the ignored hands

of this, my founding people.

After months of work

the blanket seeks a buyer

and like a caged bird

it sings for the highest bidder.

• Artist:Victor Jara
• Album:Canto libre (1970)