Correntino Hasta Morir
Los Chalchaleros
Correntino Until Death
I was invited and I tried
to get to know other places,
they talked to me about other places
and I swear I was tempted.
I left my Corrientes
thinking of changing my life,
I swear I wouldn't
want to go back there again.
How beautiful they must be
Bella Vista, Asti, Salada,
Mercedes, Berón de Astrada,
Itatí, General Paz.
When I start to remember
I dream of going back there,
I was born in Taragüi
and no one will make me change.
I know I will be missed,
by the Santa Lucía river,
I told them I would return
to be a cattleman, maybe.
They will see me with the axe
around the lands of Empedanto,
and I will load the red quebracho
in its port.
