Chacarera Para Mi Vuelta

I left my singing land
To get to know other places
I walk the roads
But my soul is in Santiago

Since then I live alone
Through the streets of life
Silent shadow passing by
Guitar full of wounds

Guitar full of wounds
Bitter mate poorly prepared

Your crying inside my chest
Keeps crying, crying

When I come back
I don't know how or when
Mother Earth, I will tell you
How much I have missed you

From your distance to mine
There's a wooden cross
A nostalgia of song
And a dance of chacarera

A dance of chacareras
Under this starry sky
Where the bombos commune
With the winds and the sachayoj

And when night falls asleep
Over the river's foam
On the wings of an ochogo
So as not to die of cold