La Olla I' Locro
Los Chalchaleros
The Pot of Locro
(Chacarera)
The day I die
after I have left
the glasses will be in mourning
and the bars closed.
I have a donkey from Santiago
and a mule from Tucumán
that spend their time arguing
from night to morning.
My grandfather used to tell me
to look for a married woman
so that her husband supports her
and it doesn't cost me anything.
Chorus
Above the pot of locro
and ground hot chili
my belly is already full
wow, how much I've eaten.
My black woman in front of the mirror
as soon as she gets up
acts like the owl
that sees a hairy one and gets scared.
My black woman went on a trip
since last year
and has returned with two little monkeys
supposedly they were given to her.
I was picking figs from the fig tree
as many as I could
my little monkey collected them
my mother-in-law ate them.