El Chúcaro
Horacio Guarany
The Wild One
He’s off to the first
Dawn breaks
Life goes with him
The dancer of the night
Don Santiago Ayala
The great dancer
The dancer of the night
Don Santiago Ayala
The great dancer
He carries a zamba in his soul
The malambo sleeps with him
And with a chacarera
He kisses in his soul
He has no woman
And with a chacarera
He kisses in his soul
He has no woman
Is it that the wild one always
Has always been wild and gray
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
Until they drop dead
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
The great dancer
From his moves came
Carnations, roses, jasmine
And today they’ll fly around the world
Carrying the memory
Of the great dancer
And today they’ll fly around the world
Carrying the memory
Of the great dancer
No one knows if he’s sung
But he loves to sing
He’s got plenty of guitar
The fiddle by his side
It’s an immortal song
He’s got plenty of guitar
The fiddle by his side
It’s an immortal song
Is it that the wild one always
Has always been wild and gray
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
Until they drop dead
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
The great dancer
Carrying the memory
Of the great dancer
And today they’ll fly around the world
Carrying the memory
Of the great dancer
No one knows if he’s sung
But he loves to sing
He’s got plenty of guitar
The fiddle by his side
It’s an immortal song
He’s got plenty of guitar
The fiddle by his side
It’s an immortal song
Is it that the wild one always
Has always been wild and gray
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
Until they drop dead
That women don’t last for him
He wears them out dancing
The great dancer
