Native dance K'ajelos San Juan de Dios - Pichacani
Theme: Tool of the Punas (Caballito Chojche Phorque)
Author: José Andrés Dávila Martínez (1896 - 1989)
Video Produced by: CLARIDAD STUDIOS™
✅ A song based on a true story in the Puneño highlands (Peru) during colonial times.
Summary:
The song transports us to the highlands of Puno, where a sorrel horse is exalted as a symbol of terror in the mountains and an essential tool in the highlands, even though it suffers from the inclemencies of the wind and the sun. Mention is made of a brave K'arabotas who defied a strong wind while the new moon was hidden in the midst of an icy mist, the Queñual passed almost falling off his horse.
Then, four mute jawq'as prepare for an adventure, strapping on their horses and arming themselves with carbines, all while crossing their bottles and toasting the earth and the skies.
The lonely cabin plunges into darkness. The animals sleep, the Sunkhas stretch lazily, oblivious to what is about to happen. Suddenly, the fence breaks down and four swift horses run inside. The Sunkhas jump on their backs, shots are heard and they fall to the ground. The cries for help resound, the cattle are already outside. The owners fall wounded, alpacas, llamas and sheep scatter in flight. The jawq'as herd without leaving a single animal in their clumsy path.
The next morning appears sad, with the puna stripped of its mantle of white tulips. In a dark and humid ravine, the horses and the jawq'as rest.
In time, two of the four outlaws are captured and imprisoned, where they spend days filled with sadness. The cell fills with melancholy as the prisoner jawq'as sing their songs of repentance.
K'arabotas: Andean individual who uses long leather boots.
Queñual : Expansion of native tree resistant to cold.
Jawq'as: Andean Outlaws.
Poncho: Rectangular wool coat.
Sunkhas: Breed of dog.
Song lyrics:
Chojjche Phorq's horse pretty chestnut from Tunkipa with shaggy mane
Terror of the mountain ranges tool of the punas! Andean outlaw!
With your implement and your flanks broken by the icy wind and sun
Your long-reined muzzle and a drunken flying K'arabotas goes
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
In the Wawsa apacheta, the wind roars and whistles a brutal song
The new moon, which claw, will sink behind the silent mountains
Running always up, sweating in the cold mist, the Queñual passes
there is! how fatal your destiny, the roads were made for your feet
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
On the edges of the abyss already surrounding in the ankasas like a reptile
Or climbing the steep hill you are nailing the helmet firm as a dagger
Four mute jawq'as come together like wind ghosts of hate and terror
Some secret they whisper they agree they tighten straps fatal sign
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
They ride cross their bottles, t'inkhan the earth and the skies take their alcohol
there they go, the poncho flies, the carbine in the hands ready to kill
At a gallop and without falling, panting you go and come back without stumbling
the snout at ground level, the powerful snort like a cyclone
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
It's night it's snowing, the lonely cabin sleeps without light
Animals doze and dogs rest without foresight
Suddenly he breaks the fence, four fast tools and inside they go
The dogs jump on the haunches shots are heard and they roll, dead at last
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
Cries for help are heard, the cattle are already outside And they drive and drive!
The owners fall injured, alpacas, llamas and sheep leave in a hurry
Whistle the rein and whip the horses are dealt without hesitation
From left to right they herd, not an animal remains in their clumsy path
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
At a gallop and without flying, always fiery running you go
pampas, slopes and ditches steep slopes and rivers all the same
The morning is painful, the puna takes off the white tulle poncho
and there in the dark wet quebracho the sleeping Chojjche and jawq'as are
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
The day is painful, the dungeon becomes sad
and there in the dark cell, two repentant singing jawq'as are
The day is painful, the dungeon becomes sad
and there in the dark cell, two repentant singing jawq'as are
Running up, running down, without stumbling.
Running up, running down, all the same.
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