Algarrobo Algarrobal

Algarrobo, algarrobal
How I love your branches
When they start to sprout
A sign that the carnival time is coming

Algarrobo, algarrobal
The vidala at night
Goes out to sing and cry
With the drum of the moon
And the love of the carnival

Algarrobo, algarrobal
When the coyuyos sing
I feel like crying
Out of pure joy in my life
Because the carnival is coming