Chacarera Para Mi Voz
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Chacarera For My Voice
I don't know what's wrong with my voice that sounds so out of tune
As if the soul of the vidala were walking in it
Struggling to reach the tones of my guitar
It leans into the macho shout that rises through my throat
Rough to start, then I can't keep it quiet
Singing my poor verse, little by little it calms down
Oh, life, I wish I could leave it when I die
Braided among the chords of my sorrowful guitar
I don't know what's wrong with my voice that sometimes sounds so sad
When it speaks of things gone and remembers other times
For hatred and love, its accent has mystery
It becomes so tender and sweet when it says I love you
May my voice never speak a word that causes harm
May it be like fresh water that soothes for those who suffer
Oh, life, I wish I could leave it when I die
Braided among the chords of my sorrowful guitar