Pa'l Amigo
Los Chalchaleros
For the Buddy
Man of salt and quebracho
Don Pedro Evaristo Díaz
Welcomes strangers
With his two hands extended
And a galloping horse
Who understood life
Simple thatched ranch
Every son, every grandson
Of poverty on the outside
And hope within
Has a wall of dreams
And another full of secrets
Ranch with a ceibo at the door
Voices, guitars, and singing
Sometimes laughter and stories
Other times drums and cries
It's Don Pedro's ranch
Fellow countryman of Calicanto
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His face paints the race
Of Santiago deep in the mountains
And his eyes are urpilas
Always flying to the past
Years of effort and work
Sowing music and verses
In more than one gathering
Don Pedro left lit up
Just with drums
His evening verses
And at night box after box
Dawn vidalas
I know these verses
That evoke you are poor
They are from deep inside the heart
And burst out of my mouth
Don Pedro Evaristo Díaz
You filled your cup with love
