Chacarera Del Exilio

The coyuyo sings again
after a year without a trace
the brown cry is reborn
of the chacarera

He is the American man
heart in the battle
rebellion and strong embrace
of patch and dawn

I am Latin of the dance
of Guevara and dictators
of quebracho and mountain range
of exiles and singers

Chacarera of exile
transhumant is my destiny
and this couplet that carries me
descalzo through the roads

The walker smells like a town
who has shelled the road
the word tastes like struggle
that does not know oblivion

I have a woman of fire
sailing in my nostalgia
I have a woman of Greda
wakes me up in the mornings

Five centuries of silence
genocide of a race
and it is the pachamama flame
that ignites our hope.