La Algarrobera
Duo Coplanacu
The Carob Tree
Look at the carob tree
carrying a basket!
Carob tree, come sell me
some carob
and if you have a little goat cheese,
sell it to me, ma'am.
I have prickly pear syrup,
as sweet as chilalo;
carob patay
and nicely wrapped for a gift.
Tomorrow morning I will bring you
the cheese with honey.
Give me everything you have,
if it's from my land, even better,
Santiago del Estero.
Gaucho land from my homeland.
Carob tree, come sell me,
carob tree!
It's a custom from my land
to get up early,
whistling chacareras
and quietly singing vidalas;
while having mate,
they're already rolling a corn husk cigarette.
Oh my Santiago:
there's no land like mine!
Carob syrup,
patay, mistol, little goat cheese
and a jar full of aloja
for the folks.
