Juan Del Monte

Dawned chacarera
The one that the little fox sings
The one who steals the hens
And stays alone

Always hungry on the roads
Nobody gives him food
He walks alone through the mountains
Ready to fight life

He doesn't want to boast
He doesn't want to be a basin
There is no woman who doesn't bloom
For the fox every morning

Nobody knows he has children
For whom he cries
And for those little foxes
He steals from those who have

When he plays with the box
He makes the chirlera cry
And dances with his tail in the air
Basil in both ears

When the dogs are set on him
They all appear together
And the fox in the thickets
Just disappears into thin air

Poor Juan del Monte
Death has already covered him
And she herself is saying
Sadly that she killed luck

Nobody knows he has children
For whom he cries
And for those little foxes
He steals from those who have