Llanto Por El Chacho

General Peñaloza, alone and lost, they tell me he goes
The stones cry too, sad to see him pass by
The carob tree extends its branches
General Peñaloza, alone and lost, they tell me he goes

From his homeland like a fragment of yesterday
Raising spears, the people of La Rioja follow
The shadow of El Chacho who wants to return
The quimil asks; the tunal answers
El Chacho's spear may return

General Peñaloza leaves his blood in the sand
Shadow that wants to return, heading towards loneliness
In Olta, death comes to find him
General Peñaloza leaves his blood in the sand

From his homeland, like a fragment of yesterday
Raising spears, the people of La Rioja follow
The shadow of El Chacho, who wants to return
The quimil asks; the tunal answers
El Chacho's spear may return

General Peñaloza, rises from his solitude
Spear asking to return; tree wanting to sprout
The voice of the plains names him again
General Peñaloza rises from his solitude

From his homeland, like a fragment of yesterday
Raising spears, the people of La Rioja follow
The shadow of El Chacho, who wants to return
The quimil asks; the tunal answers
El Chacho's spear may return