Del Norte Cordobés

In Santiago the chacarera
Has the grace that in the sea the fish has
But listen to this one that I bring
From the depths of the North of Córdoba

I found it in Dean Funes
Sung by a singing cricket
In the distance it was accompanied
By the rattling of a train

In the house of the Pachecos
Guitar, drum, clapping, and mandolin
So they know how to play
The chacarera by Ischilín

And if you want to meet
An accordionist like no other
Listen to Don Pedro Vergara
Who doesn't miss a beat even when asleep

I've heard that in Los Pozos
They don't hold back when singing and dancing
In the lands of Don Acosta
They've even seen an armadillo play

About Tulumba, what to say?
When Doña Dominga goes out to dance
They've already told her better verses
I just wanted to remember her

And it's not for comparison
Because the taste is in the variety
Just know that in my lands
We dance chacareras like no other

I assure you that in my north
The folk singing will never die
It's a fire that even if they put it out
Will be reborn a thousand times

Salta, Santiago, and Jujuy
La Rioja, Catamarca, and Tucumán
Make way, let the drums sound
For Don Saltoño will tap his feet

From Río Seco to Cruz del Eje
Through Sobremonte, Tulumba, and Totoral
Zambas, gatos, and chacareras
Since the day begins to dawn

Atahualpa knew Cerro Colorado
And settled there
Indio Pachi, may you always live
Your pure heartfelt song

In Jesús María, the verses
The rodeo, the wine, and the love
With his accent, Abel Figueroa
All my north also sang

When the singing is true
There's nothing that can stop it
It's the voice that arises from the people
Lives in the essence of our being

And it's not for comparison
Because the taste is in the variety
Just know that in my lands
We dance chacareras like no other