La Algarrobera

Through the hills of Santiago
In the middle of the carob trees
I found this dance tune
For the time of the carnivals

They call it the algarrobera
Who knows the reasons why
I say it’s for the aloja
That lifts up our spirits

It’s a custom back in my hometown
In the midst of the carnivals
To party until dawn
Damn! What beautiful songs

At the Santiago festivals
They dance this chacarera
With accordion, guitar, and drum
They call it the algarrobera

While dancing this chacarera
An old lady commented
I’m getting tipsy, comadre
With this cool aloja

Another old man in Upianita
Dancing all out of sync
Muttering softly
What a fierce stomp he’s got

White and black carob
Full of honey and sweetness
Aloja in the dance
Good for keeping your composure