Cacique Yatel

Roasting a rhea skewer
He was caught by the evening in the yehuel
Dreaming drover of light and hope
Who once was a lord in the layquen

With a scruffy dog and a bell
An old, tired horse and a saddle
There goes Don Yatel, roaming around
Maverick chief of the Aonikenk

When he hits the bars
For a shot of gin
He often sings a kaani
With fables and legends
And his eyes wander
To the side of the road
Because he was born Tehuelche
And first and foremost Argentine

How many memories does Don Yatel hold
Of Isla Pavón and Cardiel
When the boat from Don Luis arrived
Bringing him flags for himself

When winter releases its splendor
And the peak of Chaltén is painted
I picture Yatel's silhouette
Chasing rheas towards the sun

When he hits the bars
For a shot of gin
He often sings a kaani
With fables and legends
And his eyes wander
To the side of the road
Because he was born Tehuelche
And first and foremost Argentine

And first and foremost Argentine
And first and foremost
Tehuelche
Tehuelche

Hey, buddy
Have another gin, buddy
Have another gin, buddy
Have another gin

Have another gin, buddy