Changuito Lustrador
Los Chalchaleros
Shoeshine Boy
Shoeshine boy with stained hands
Sad dark face
Playing the cajón
Sweetening your long sorrows
Walk to the countryside, little boy
Humble child of the land
Sorrowful singing cricket
From the square of Santiago
Where you're from, no one cares
Nor where you eat or sleep
Which path you take, who knows
Nor the time you return
I see myself passing by
From the depths of the years
I also shined shoes
In the square of Santiago
You grew up like the ututu bird
Between the mountain and the road
On a stick horse
You galloped your destiny
Destiny of a poor child
And of a peasant wind
Shoeshine boy for errands
Whenever the neighbor needs
Now your Tata is no longer here
Far away, he left without looking back
And you stayed alone
With a cajón in your hand
