Por Las Trincheras

Coming down the hill, the dust cloud appears
The young men and women frolic
through the trenches
Coming down the hill, the dust cloud appears

The lament of the vidalero
cuts through the wind
And a monkey receives it, beating
with a drum
The lament of the vidalero

Zamba of the trenches
singer and carnival dancer
Wow!, it seems to grow
shouldering sorrows

A verse gets wet with aloja
sipped from a jar
the festive chacarera arrives
to the guitar
A verse gets wet with aloja
sipped from a jar

The night is lasting and dancing
through tarapaya
In the middle, the kitchen livens up
with cacharpaya
The night is lasting and dancing
through tarapaya