Little deer of the mountains,
Let's be friends because
The puma roams around
Little deer of the mountains.
I will give you a stir in the mate
From my hands, and little grass
Plucked by my hands
Little deer from the mountains
You will lick my face.
I will caress your back
We will go out every afternoon
Little deer of the mountains
When I die or you die
We will have a lloke life! (*)
I will be alone and you will be alone,
Deer of the mountains

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