La Vieja
SOLEDAD
The Old One
This chacarera is incomplete,
Soul and life of Santiago,
Old like the coyuyos
That sing there in my homeland.
Blood of saltpeter and song
That runs through the paths,
Dust, vineyard, and revelry
Feverish of the salavinero.
I bring it from my land
Where the mountain kisses the sky,
Made into a song on my guitar
And the one from Sonco in memory.
Everyone calls it 'the old one'
And some have copied it from me,
But this is the true one
That sings all of Santiago.
Achalay my chacarera,
Sonco and noise from my chest
And embers of the verses
That my grandparents sang.
As soon as it is heard
My blood tingles,
And even the sorrows
And changes dance out of the soul.
Companion of my nights,
Little flame of my insides
To light up my countrymen
Humble but content.
Everyone calls it 'the old one'
And some have copied it from me,
But this is the true one
That sings all of Santiago.
