La Alabanza

Old song of my lands, old as the saltpeter
Praise chacarera, I want to sing to you

Amuy Kayman says the drum when it sounds there in mailín
There goes Mr. Rooster playing the violin

In Loreto I dance zamba, the hidden one in Beltrán
To dance a good remedy there is a corral

Nocka salavinamanta, from where they call the trunk
Praise, chacarera, I want to sing to you

Wide sumaj the praise, sung in the quebrachal
Even if they called: Come and pray

Tap for the equal, do not anger the earth
Little bit, brush my chacarera

The moon is already rising, shining in the salt flats
Engualichando guitars with their clarity

Nocka salavinamanta, from where they call the trunk
Praise, chacarera, I want to sing to you