Metele Plomo Tapecito

Hey little tape, put lead in it
Just what people can

Put the little lead tape
May this shot be true
I'm risking my money now
If that's not enough
The heart of the one who rejoices
My trovero seeds
Don't let just any suitcase come
With those foreign rhythms
that dance like rabbits

Put the soul into your accordion
Inspired by love
From this American soil
And may your melodies arrive
To the humblest of ranches
To brighten the overwhelmed hearts of my countrymen
May God, may God never
Wither your chamamecero feeling