Three Indian Songs (Tres canciones indias)

Song by:
Sergio Vesely
Testimony by:
Sergio Vesely

After our transfer from Tres Álamos to Puchuncaví in April 1975, a group of prisoners began toying with the idea of presenting a poetic-theatrical performance about the history of Latin America’s indigenous cultures and their extermination under Iberian domination.

I joined the group offering my services as songwriter and performer, and was received with open arms.

Finally, we prepared a grand cultural event that was held in the Melinka Camp dining hall in the autumn of 1975.

This composition combines three indigenous songs in a single song. It came to me during the process of creating that great work, which we called 'I Sing to the Americas'. Only parts of the song were included in the programme that evening.


Published on: 23 September 2015


I open a furrow in the land
I open a furrow to pain.
This cornfield is killing me
hard path of the bread.
To sow so as to die serves me not, my moon.

Day and night I'm crying
my heart is in sorrow.
My blanket carries dust
the harvest of the sun.
To sow so as to die serves me not, my moon.

The dream sleeps in the rain
and in the flower, illusion
hunger sleeps in man
and in the song, love.
To sow so as to die serves me not, my moon.

Zamba of the wind, happily pregnant
dance to ward of grief
Zamba, zamba my dusky one.
That your dusky man does not dare
he comes and goes with the zamba dance.
Oh, negrito, negrito.

Spoilt rumba, belly of the sun
gift for the heart
rumba, rumba my dusky one.
That your dusky man does not dare
he comes and goes with the rumba dance.
Oh, negrito, negrito.

Bombo, my plains, tumbelé, tumbelé.
The black mama greets us
bombo, bombo in the plain.
And her dusky man wakes up
drunk from dancing
Oh, negrito, negrito.
Corn growers of the cornfields
little oranges of your trees
ceiba with a pretty face
ceiba zambita.
I want to have a child through your love
ceiba with a pretty face, ceiba zambita.

Wife of the guava
pomegranate of your little palm trees
Hummingbird of coral skin
zamba of the the little corals.
I want to offer my belly to your love
Zamba with a pretty face, zamba zambito.

Paprika for my queen
avocado for my mulatto.
We shall sow a cornfield
poor, poor thing.