Del Chúcaro
Horacio Guarany
From Chúcaro
The dawn breaks
Life goes with it
The dancer of the night
Don Santiago Ayala
The great dancer
Carries a zamba in his soul
He sleeps a malambo with it
And with a chacarera
He kisses at dawn
He has no woman
Maybe Chúcaro always
Was always rough and gray
That women don't last with him
He spends them in dancing
Until they die
That women don't last with him
He spends them in dancing
The great dancer
They left their moves
Carnations, roses, jasmine
That today will fly around the world
Carrying the memory of the great dancer
It's not known if he has sung
But he likes to sing
And he has plenty of guitar
The Viola by his side
It's an immortal song
