A Los Chalchas

Song born in my Salta
with changuitos friends at the National.
Cocho and Pelusa in a duo,
Aldo with me at the Vieja Rural.
We were forming, we were creating
a song from the heart.

The Chalchaleros were born,
with a hum, murmur, and whistle.
Aldo Saravia leaves us
and El Chango brings musicality.
Pelusa left, Dicky enters
to start flying.

Such musical silence
created with shyness.
It was his guitar that lit up the soul
and his nocturnal gave us.
And in it, Ernesto Cabeza will look for you,
some fretboard.

Years go by singing,
Zambrano leaves us tired of walking
and a Cafayateño comes knocking his drum:
it's Polo Román.
For the Chalchas, who from afar
vibrate with this singing.

Like the Chaco land,
rough and clayey, also musical,
goes up to the ceibo branch:
Pancho arrives from the Litoral.
He brings the chords where hides
a shout of sapucai.

His blood comes to give us:
song and youth.
From that branch that gave this trunk
this singing branch was born.
Being the eldest son,
Facundo Saravia, we sing with you.