Chacarera Del Fuego

Little fire that keeps burning
Quiet blood of the firewood
Give me the warmth I lack
To unveil my sorrow

Stretch out, old friend
Don't ask me for more wood
I still have the guitar
With six companion strings

Accompany me slowly
There's no need to rush
For in the embers of hell
I too will turn to ash

Caresses at a slow fire
In all the wheat of your bread
When no one is left
Alone, you will extinguish

Little fire that keeps dancing
Songs and melodies
From the horizon you call
They come, they bring from the day

With quebracho or carob
With cypress or holy wood
You warm up the night
And you crackle in the weeping

Little fire that keeps burning
Gray cards of nostalgia
Let me sing your song
And intoxicate myself with your magic

Caresses at a slow fire
In all the wheat of your bread
When no one is left
Alone, you will extinguish