Del norte de Cordobes

In Santiago, the chacarera
has the grace that the fish has in the sea,
but listen to this one I bring
from the depths of northern Cordoba.
I found it in Deán Funes,
sung by a chirping cricket.
In the distance, it was accompanied
by the thumping of a motor car.
In the Pacheco's house,
guitar, drum, claps, and mandolin
so you know how to play the
chacarera from Ichilín.
And if you want to meet a
musician like no other,
listen to Don Pedro Vergara
who never loses the beat, even asleep.
I've been told that in the wells
they don't hold back on singing and dancing
in Don Acosta's lands, even
a spiny anteater has been seen playing.
What can I say about Tulumba when
Doña Dominga comes out to dance?
They've made better verses,
I just wanted to remember her.
And it's not to compare
because taste is in the variety,
just know that in my lands
we chacarera like the best.
Don't forget that in my north
the criollo song will never die.
It's a fire that, even if they put it out,
will be reborn a thousand times.