Текст и перевод песни Max Castro - Busco a Huamanga

Busco a Huamanga

¿Por qué Huamanga desangras tanto?
¿Por qué permites tanto llanto?
Qué cruel designio estás pagando
Con tantas muertes e injusticias

Miran mis ojos despavoridos
Muchos hogares enlutados
De un día a otro ya no te encuentro
Ya quedan pocos huamanguinos
No encuentro màs ayacuchanos

Imataq pasan ripukunkuchu
Allpa ukumpichu kallachkanku
Yawarllaykichu, tuyullaykichu
Sachakunata ruruchichkan
No en vano has muerto, tú eres mi sangre
Reviviremos a los nuestros
Aùn las campanas tañen nostalgia
Buscando ausentes huamanguinos
Buscando hermanos huantinos

Busco en tus calles las procesiones
Que limpien sangre de inocentes
Busco justicia en tribunales
Busco la paz y no muerte

Busco en tus calles las procesiones
Que limpien sangre de inocentes
Busco justicia en tribunales
Busco la paz y no muerte
Busco hermanos que no retornan
Busco a mi tierra diferente
Busco esperanzas llenas de vida
Caras sonrientes en Huamanga
Amaneceres florecientes

Kanqam achkiq punchaw
Kanqam kusi punchaw
Kanqam achkiq punchaw
Kanqam kusi punchaw
Kay llakikunataqan wischunmi
Wañuypa makintapas watasunmi
Tanqarisunmi

I Search for Huamanga

Why do you bleed so much, Huamanga?
Why do you allow such weeping?
What cruel design are you paying for
With so many deaths and injustices?

My frightened eyes see
Many homes in mourning
One day to the next, I can't find you
There are few Huamanguinos left
I can't find any more from Ayacucho

What has happened to your people?
Are they hidden deep in the earth?
Your blood, your tears
Are making the forests cry
You did not die in vain, you are my blood
We will bring our people back to life
The bells still toll with nostalgia
Searching for the absent Huamanguinos
Searching for our Huantino brothers

In your streets, I search for the processions
To cleanse the blood of the innocent
In the courts, I search for justice
I seek peace, not death

In your streets, I search for the processions
To cleanse the blood of the innocent
In the courts, I search for justice
I seek peace, not death
I search for the brothers who never return
I search for my land, so different
I search for hope, full of life
Smiling faces in Huamanga
Blossoming dawns

May there be a new day for you
May there be a happy day for you
May there be a new day for you
May there be a happy day for you
May these tears end
May the hand of death loosen its grip
May there be rebirth