Añoranzas

What is it about chacarera?
What does it have that makes you happy?
The old people tap their feet, the mutes hum it
And the deaf drool when they hear her touch

It is sadness, it is joy
It's a dance, it's a song
It is the soul of a region that evokes my race
She is a rare melody born from the heart

Her birthplace was a humble ranch and a drum baptized her
A countryman sang it with improvised verses
Salavina has claimed it, saying that she was born there
She was born like me in the payments of the mistol

Where the sun burns a lot, people smoke cigarettes in husks
Where vidalas are sung and being Creole is an honor
Chacarera, chacarera, wild melody
You are the lullaby of a bull and a goat, the nest of a tiger and a puma
You are more Creole than anyone and I want to sing to you

When I left Santiago, I cried all the way
I cried without knowing why, but I assure you
My heart is hard, but that day I loosened up

I left that beloved land and the ranch where I was born
Where I lived so happily, joyfully, singing
Instead, I live crying just like the crespin

The years and the distances could never achieve
Remove from my memory and make me forget you
Oh, my dear Santiago, I miss your quebrachal (it's over)

Tomorrow, when I die, if someone remembers me
Countrymen, I'm going to ask you, if you want to give me the glory
Let them play to my memory the double that I sing here
And let the second one come

In my hours of sadness, I always think
How can some of my countrymen forget
Ranch, father, mother, brother so easily (achalay)

Santiagueño should not be the one to act in that way
Disregarding the chacarera for another imported dance
That's true, our country race has been defiled

The other night, I found my pillows wet
But I don't know if I was dreaming or if I was crying while awake
And in the distance I saw that ranch that I left (it's ending)

Perhaps there is no place for me in the holy field
Fellow countrymen, I'm going to ask you before the time comes
Throw me in the open field, but where I was born