La mocha
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
The Mocha
Being at the mocha donosita and sumamera
After the carnivals, this chacarera came
For the feast of Saint Stephen amidst the visits
Guitarists and singers brought their verses
He was an old green man who seemed so serious
He emptied the bottles when no one was looking
Go on, play it for me, strummed and syncopated
As Cachilo taught you, softly and with a flourish
Doctor Billaud danced the chacareras perfectly
Like no one swept in the midst of the dust
Everyone wide awake while the party continued
They were just calming down after the second day
Oh, oh, Doña María Luisa... Naps under the festivities
I want to stay in Santiago until the candles burn
Go on, play it for me, strummed and syncopated
As Cachilo taught you, softly and with a flourish
