Santiago chango moreno

In every chacarera,
I'm coming back home.
And I'm the drum beating,
when I think of you, Santiago.
In every chacarera,
I'm coming back home.

I feel like a Crespín
when I hear your name, Santiago.
The devil of the dance
haunts my heart.
I feel like a Crespín
when I hear your name, Santiago.

When I hear two drums
singing a vidala,
a coyote of absence
clings to my throat.
When I hear two drums
singing a vidala.

Chorus:
Santiago del Estero,
it's a brown kid
with music in his eyes
and a heart full of songs.
Santiago del Estero,
it's a brown kid.

Chilalo, brown-skinned,
drummer and vidalero,
singer of chacarera,
bright and from Santiago.
Chilalo, brown-skinned,
drummer and vidalero.

Far from home, I long for,
the Santiago nights
and that trellis in the sky
with clusters of stars.
Far from home, I long for,
the Santiago nights.

Loving is my destiny
and I loved in foreign lands,
but to my Santiago girl,
I always come back.
Loving is my destiny
and I loved in foreign lands,

Chorus...