La Vieja

This chacarera is incomplete
Soul and life of Santiago
Old like the coyuyos
That sing over there in my homeland

Blood of saltpeter and song
That runs through the estuaries
Dust, wine, and revelry
And a Salavina song

I bring it from my homeland
Where the mountain kisses the sky
It throws a song on my guitar
And I kiss it with the memory
Everyone calls it the old one
And, oh, many have copied it from me
But this is the real one
That sings all of Santiago

Achalay my chacarera
Noise and commotion in a thousand memories
And embers of the verses
That my grandparents used to sing

You can barely hear it
My blood tingles
And even the sorrows come out of the soul
And dance around

Companion of my nights
Little flame of my insides
To light up my countrymen
Humble but happy
Everyone calls it the old one
And, oh, many have copied it from me
But this is the real one
That sings all of Santiago