A Chacarera da Moça

I wrote a verse and sang to her
She told me it was an ugly verse
So I wrote another and sang again
She told me it was a mediocre verse

To make sure, I wrote one more
I was singing and she came closer
Because I told her, beautiful brunette, I want
To be the keeper of your reins

If I weren't a good guitar player
How else could I be by your side
Singing to the girl who stands out to me
When I am enchanted by her dance

Beautiful girl with a sweet kiss
Tell your father that I am from the border
And it was because of your smile
That I wrote this chacarera
And it was because of your smile
That I wrote this chacarera

I crossed, taming in her ranch
My wild horse almost stumbled
She shouts at me, loosen the bit
And gives him a tea made of cowhide

I had a flower in my pocket
Lost in the field in a rush
I picked it for you because I imagined
It in the braid of your hair

I went to the well to quench my thirst
And found your trace in the creek
I know it was you, because I recognize
Well the little foot of my love