De Pocito Al Albardón
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
From Pocito to Albardón
Coming from the side of Jáchal
Passing through Albardón
Surely there they will welcome you
With stew and good ham
And as you approach Pocito
From afar you will feel
A little smell of empanadas
That will make you hurry
Oh yes! Sir; I sing
On serenade nights this little flower cueca
From Albardón to Pocito; from Pocito to Albardón
In the Albardón night
Lots of guitar and singing
You will see the Moon washing
Her face in the canal
And between songs and jokes
In Pocito they will give you
With the homemade wine
The warmest friendship
Oh yes! Sir; I sing
On serenade nights this little flower cueca
From Albardón to Pocito; from Pocito to Albardón
