Chacarera de Las Piedras

Here sings a walker
Who has walked a lot
And now lives peacefully
And in the Red Hill

I release my verses to the wind
Wherever I go
I am a tree full of fruits
Like a little mistol plant

When I saddle my horse
I set off through the sands
And halfway through the journey
I have already forgotten about the sorrows

Caminiaga, Santa Elena
El Churqui, Rayo Cortado
There is no place like my land
Long live the Red Hill

In the shade of some talas
I felt suddenly
To a girl who said
Calm down, people are coming
I'm going to give you a remedy
That is very good for sorrows
Fat from a male iguana
Mixed with good herb

Chacarera of the stones
Creole like no other
Don't go into the mountains
If the Moon hasn't risen