Casas Mas, Casas Menos
Los Chalchaleros
Houses More, Houses Less
Buenos Aires, beautiful land,
New York, magnificent place.
Houses more, houses less,
just like my Santiago.
In Italy, there's Gina,
in the U.S.A., Marilyn.
In Santiago, there's my Juana,
lives near Mailín.
The plane is a good thing
when you're in a hurry,
of course, with mules in a cart
you can also arrive safely.
Larará, lará larara
Houses more, houses less,
just like my Santiago.
The Dulce and the Salado
are the two rivers of Santiago,
like the Euphrates and the Tigris,
they are Mesopotamian rivers.
In fishing, everything counts,
the whale, the cod,
the ones of twenty, the ones of thirty,
the Dulce and the Salado rivers.
Returning through the Andes,
ignited by dawn,
I relived my youthful years,
through the red hills.
Larará, lará, larara:
Houses more, houses less,
just like my Santiago.
