Campo Afuera
Abel Pintos
Out in the Field
A long time ago I searched around, a chacarera
Out in the hills, that are in my homeland
Out in the field
Fields of rudita, deep into the Tulumba mountain I will find her
Beautiful in her percale dress dances Doña Dominga the chacarera
And under a tala tree I saw her, for being wild
Some gentle firewood embers were perfuming her
Perfuming her with its scent some branches of the tala tree that my friend Don Rivas knew how to cut
Last winter to use in his corral
And on the loose soil sweeping, off her espadrilles
Out in the hills, the Moon rose, to light her up
Like a cloud in the air remained, the dust cloud
Little tala leaves, moon fringes, the chacarera
With her pure percale dress, goes Doña Dominga
All the flowers in the homeland envy her
They envy her because there is no color more beautiful than that of her percale
Nor a girl who knows how to give the good air that comes with her good dancing
And the girls would like to dance, like she does
Braid in the wind and a hand on the hip
Her hip sways similar to that of the willow and the wicker too
That's my grandmother, the mountain boys say as soon as they see her
If at seventy she dances like this, what she was before
A luxurious agile deer, just let it be
Like a cloud in the air remained, the dust cloud
Little tala leaves, moon fringes, the chacarera
