La Lorohuasena
Jorge Cafrune
The Message
I've been told to tell you, mommy
To have very good days
To send her the hen
That you stole the other day
I've been told to tell you, mommy
To lend her the chicken coop
To lock up her mosquito
That got away without a muzzle
And I've been told to tell you, mommy
To lend her the bridle
To handle my dad
Who has become a kicker
Chacarera, chacarera
Chacarera of the weeds
When will you be telling me
Take it, black, what is yours
I like the peeled fig
And the cheese from Catamarca
I like to desire what belongs to others
To see the owner's face
I like love in another
And I can't see it in myself
I like to light the fire
And step back to watch it burn
I like others to have
What I lack and don't need
I like something to itch them
To laugh and see them scratch
