La Algarrobera (Chacarera)

```[Part I]

Through the mountains of Santiago
In the middle of the carob trees
I found my Chacarera
For the Carnival season
They call it The Carob Tree
Who knows the reasons
I say it's because of the aloja
That brightens the hearts
It's customary in my homeland
For the Carnival season
To sing until dawn breaks
Such beautiful songs!
Chorus
In the siestas of Santiago
This chacarera is danced
With accordion, guitar, and drum
They call it The Carob Tree

[Part II]

Dancing this chacarera
I'm stomping, dear friend
With this cool aloja
Another old man on the harmonica
Dancing all mixed up
Mumbling slowly
How fierce, what a mess
White and black carob tree
Full of honey and sweetness
Aloja in the dance circles
Good for composure
Chorus
In the siestas of Santiago
This chacarera is danced
With accordion, guitar, and drum
They call it The Carob Tree```