[Intro] [Charango intro with echoing synth pads] [Am G C F] (Abuela whispers in Aymara: 'La tierra nos da, nosotros devolvemos.') [Verse 1] [Cumbia beat starts, bassline enters] [Am]En las grietas del sistema, [G]donde el futuro se quiebra, [C]Una abuela teje historias, [F]un algoritmo de la tierra. (In the cracks of the system, where the future breaks, a grandmother weaves stories, an algorithm of the earth.) [Chorus] [Trap beat with heavy 808s] [Am]Ayni, Ayni, [G]la reciprocidad, [C]Un legado ancestral, [F]nuestra realidad. (Ayni, Ayni, reciprocity, an ancestral legacy, our reality.) [Verse 2] [Quena flute melody over cumbia beat] [Am]No hay apps ni monedas virtuales, [G]solo manos que se ayudan, [C]Sembrando esperanza en el barro, [F]cosechando la mañana. (There are no apps or virtual currencies, only hands that help each other, sowing hope in the mud, harvesting the morning.) [Chorus] [Trap beat with heavy 808s] [Am]Ayni, Ayni, [G]la reciprocidad, [C]Un legado ancestral, [F]nuestra realidad. (Ayni, Ayni, reciprocity, an ancestral legacy, our reality.) [Bridge] [Spoken word section, over a slowed-down cumbia rhythm with atmospheric synths] (Recordemos las ollas comunes, los trueques en las plazas, el saber que florece cuando todo lo demás fracasa. Let us remember the communal kitchens, the barters in the plazas, the knowledge that flourishes when everything else fails.) [Chorus] [Trap beat with heavy 808s] [Am]Ayni, Ayni, [G]la reciprocidad, [C]Un legado ancestral, [F]nuestra realidad. (Ayni, Ayni, reciprocity, an ancestral legacy, our reality.) [Outro] [Charango fades out with echoing synth pads] [Am G C F]
