La de Cuchillo
Alma Chaqueña
The One with the Knife
He pulls out his old violin
Simple enough to play
Melodies dance
In the handkerchiefs that fly in the wind
At the parties in Chaco
Through those algarrobo hills
Love songs sprang up
When they heard him play
The locals would say
That up in the hills they won't return
That simple way
No one plays like that gaucho
No one can play like him
Zamba, you were born from the purest love
A bombo legüero beats
The sky witnesses that love
And on a joyful night of guitar strumming
The one with the knife, that's the name it got
From the soul of his violin
Memories come to roam
From those youthful years
When as a kid he found
The partner's hand of a Chaco girl from that place
The beautiful flower of the hills
That gave life to his journey
On the path he left
Footprints and seeds of love
That will keep playing
With all the soul and heart
Zambas and chacareras
Chaco and always in a major key
No one can play like him
Zamba, you were born from the purest love
A bombo legüero beats
The sky witnesses that love
And on a joyful night of guitar strumming
The one with the knife, that's the name it got
