Coplas de Chacarera

I am the soul of my people
I'm blossoming in songs
I am the caress of the wind
That drives away the storm clouds

I am the aroma of tuscans
The cry of the urpilita
The dawn of a new day
And the well of cool water

I am moonlight in the night
That accompanies the walker
I am a chacarera song
From a sobbing heart

I am the land that fertilizes
With the sweat of the farmer
I am a little shadow in the summer
And in winter I am fire

I am the mountain that collects
The complaints of the helpless
I am a sad dove
When your lover walks away

I am a host that ferments
In the clay jars
I am a dusty road
Well traveled by the cars

I am a lonely prisoner
Where the Moon is mirrored
I am a little boy from my mountains
And I am the sweetness of a tuna

I am the little flower of the air
Humble and quiet
I am the song of the little monkey
That is driving up its flock