Gringa Chaqueña
Mercedes Sosa
Gringa Chaqueña
Now you are
The cradle of peace
And work
When I inhabited you
You were pure tacuruses
Flowerless mountain
Indigenous and tented
Fields of thorns
Bitterness, crosses...
Blood of my people
Your mature horizon
Gringos fertilized you
With their skin and sweat
Let me say
What I gave you
Let me tell
Of this Chaco that I made
I worked you
Made of your skin
A new shade
I gave you cotton
I offered you children
Harvest faces
Wild Chaco
Redomon Toba
I was a whole woman
Your vacant land
Was a big cradle
Rough and maternal
Your sterility
I fertilized
Every new moon
And giving you life
I have felt myself
Quite gringa and also chaqueña