De mí pueblo

I'm from the south of Santa Fe
crowded land of foreigners
the plain is my landscape
cornfields and wheat fields.

The mills, San José, Chabas,
Casilda, Arequito,
Caseros Department
applause that I never forget

The work of my people
is linked to the land
and is reborn in joyful song
For the harvest time.

Come take a little stroll
I know why I tell you
You don't know anything
if you don't know Arequito.

Beneath its streets
nestle great stories
hope in the present
fights for a victory

On a corner downtown
El Chanca rests a while
and in some flowery garden
Don Saggioratto works

For growing up in those lands
I defend all its people
whoever criticizes my town
doesn't know enough.

The day God calls me
I ask my friends
to take me and bury me
in the town of Arequito.