La N. N (Chacarera)

When I came from the North
I brought saddlebags all full
Of carob and sweets
Piperine and good herb

I also loaded a little cheese
Dried meat from sheep
And a little herb called 'male toad'
To chase away sorrows

A little poncho all in tatters
Gift from old mama
It got tangled in the saddlebags
As if it were a complaint

Wow, I brought so much
When I came from the North
What winds punished me
To leave me so poor

The kiss from old mama
Her hand turned into a name
Like a lost handkerchief
That goes crying in farewells

I carried all my dreams
I bring songs from the mountain
The singing of the bushes
And the sighing of my nights

The cry of my countrymen
Born among the hardships
Because he who is a son of the hill
Always has pains

Wow, I brought so much
When I came from the North
What winds punished me
To leave me so poor