La Algarrobera (Chacarera)

Through the mountains of Santiago
In the midst of the carob trees
I found this chacarera
For the time of the carnivals

They call it The Algarrobera
Who knows the reasons
I say it's because of the aloja
That cheers the hearts

It is customary in my homeland
In the midst of the carnivals
To sing until dawn breaks
Such beautiful songs

In the Santiago festivals
This chacarera is danced
With accordion, guitar, and drum
They call it The Algarroba

Dancing this chacarera
An old lady was saying
I'm getting tired, friend
With this fresh aloja

Another old man in his little corner
Dancing all mixed up
Muttering quietly
What a fierce tapping

White and black carob
Full of honey and sweetness
Aloja in the rezaibales
Good for composure

In the Santiago festivals
This chacarera is danced
With accordion, guitar, and drum
They call it The Algarroba