El huayno es un género musical folclórico originario de la región andina de América del Sur, especialmente en países como Perú, Bolivia, Ecuador, Chile y Argentina. Este estilo musical se caracteriza por el uso de instrumentos autóctonos como el charango, la quena, el bombo y el violín, y destaca por su estilo rítmico y melódico inconfundible. Las letras de las canciones huayno suelen abordar temas de amor, la vida en las montañas y las tradiciones culturales de la región. El huayno es muy apreciado en festivales y celebraciones de las comunidades andinas y ha ganado popularidad a nivel mundial como parte de la música folclórica andina.
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By the light of the LED display of a VCR recorder
You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear, "This is my downfall"
As you squint and you grimace, we both know your heart's not in it
By the glow of a thousand fireflies in a Travelodge en-suite:
They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak
And I'm trying to be sexy, biting at the air that falls in front of me
Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names
I tell a joke that I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fondness makes the absence longer
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply
You said he got his teeth fixed
I'm gonna break them
I've got a heart on fire
He said he's got his sights set
On getting to you
I've got a fist on fire
You feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Oh, we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking,
But there is no fucking future
I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
Charlotte says, "It's more constructive than the one in Canada
When you got drunk
Ate loads of crisps
And threw up by a football pitch"
I know it is
And really that's what worries me
I feel like I should
Hurt
You said he got his teeth fixed
I'm gonna break them
I've got a heart on fire
He said he's got his sights set
On getting to you
I've got a fist on fire
I cannot emphasise enough that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel
Harbouring these diminishing, so-called "vital organs"
Hope my heart goes first
I hope my heart goes first
And
We are beautiful
We are doomed