tamya pakarimuni sumaklla
pankalla
mana pipa makipi wataytukushka kuyaylla chumpikunawanlla
pillurishka
ñuka samaypash tamya yaku urmakshinami wakakun
ñuka aychapash
ñawpa urkukunashina pukumukun ñawpa mamakunapa ushay
katimushka
chinkarishka ayllukunapa puma aya
tarimushka ñuka hatun mamami
chayamushka
tamya yakushina
mishki shimikunata apamushpa kunkarishka takikunata
uyachishpa paymi paypakaman shamushka may ninan
warmi kashka
Imprison my flesh, if you want,
Harm my heart, if you want,
Tear away my hair, if you want,
Tie my hands and feet, if you want.
Perhaps,
Maybe you do not stop
Until you see my body rot.
If it is going to be like that,
Only my worms will take me to my mother Pachamama.
I will be there too!
I will feed the trees
with my rotting skin.
Yes,
I will grow fruit in any plant
So that my brothers
So that my sisters
Will be fed.
And, then my brothers,
And then my sisters
They will be strengthened
With my rebirth.
And, likewise,
I will scream
In the voices of my brother and sister:
“Yes! I’m Quechua!”
Do what you want!
Do what you want!
But, Never ever
Will you take away
who I am.
