Juntito Al Fogón

I don't know what those nights by the fire have
A beating, a singing,
echoes in my heart.

I'm not a good singer,
I can barely sing.
But if the occasion arises,
I don't miss the chance to play the guitar.

The Quebrachales
bathed in moonlight.
With a love like this,
I have nothing to envy.

At the end of the prayer,
when the sun begins to rise,
I go to the fire
with my mate to enjoy.

I always go to Mailín
to the carnival party,
and when I return from there,
I usually arrive whistling.