Entre a Mi Pago Sin Golpear

I’ve suffered a lot wandering far from home
So much running just to end up nowhere
When what I was looking for was right where I was born

Friendship is gold that can’t be bought or sold
It’s only given when it’s felt in the heart
It’s not something to use just when it’s convenient

That’s how friendship works, my friend
Their hands are bread and mate, brewed just right
And the flower of humility often scents their home

Life has been lent to me, and I have to return it
When the creator calls me for the handover
Let my bones, skin, and salt nourish my native land!

The Moon is a lump that shines with borrowed light
Only for the singer who sings the soul’s verses
The Sun bursts in the heart of the one whose voice climbs

A singer needs to sing if their verses say nothing
Oh, why would you silence the silence?
If silence is a singer full of spirits in the voice

My town is a singer that sings the chacarera
It won’t sing what it doesn’t truly feel inside
When you want to listen, enter my hometown without knocking

Life has been lent to me, and I have to return it
When the creator calls me for the handover
Let my bones, skin, and salt nourish my native land!