De La Banda a Santiago

I am from Santiago, gentlemen
singing the chacarera,
crossing the Dulce River
someone always waits for me.

Having a sip of wine,
beating two old boxes,
vidaleros get ready
to sing in Las Cejas.

Play the drum loudly
as a violin is crying,
I always yearn for Salamanca de Loreto.

I'm arriving in La Banda,
I always remember my homeland,
even though I am far away
I sing to Santiago.

Santiagueñas nights
I can never forget
until the day breaks
we knew how to sing.

The homeland dresses up for a party
when a guitar plays
Oh, how beautiful were
those lovely gatherings.

I'm leaving now, I'm already going
singing the chacarera
under an old tala tree,
so that I may die later.