El Castiquichua
Los Chalchaleros
The Castiquichua
(Cat)
Tough tongue for singing
Mixing the quichua
Without knowing much about the pure
I'm screwed
I'm from the Salao area
Just like the jumial
Like a coal fox
That walked in the sandy area
Where vidalas grow
On the hillside
There I have my old man
A little ranch and a loom
And a loving lady
Bless her for kneading
Why would I want other places
I'm from Santiago
Like the urpila misses
The quebrachal
If I leave tomorrow
I'll miss it
That huge moon
As big as no other
Just like a wagon wheel
Round like the patay
Where the crickets are seen
To sing
And the roosters spurring
Crossing the night
As if challenging the dawn
Until it wants to clear up
Why would I want another place
I'm from Santiago
