No Hay Hombre Sin Muerte
Alfredo Abalos
There is no man without death
How hard it is to walk far with the child inside
And not have someone to talk about things of the heart
By the wine lamp, talk about deserted trails
Out there I met with indifference
The loneliness of the crowd, life without traces
Empty beings without passion, eyes without stars
People who don't think the same as their fellow man
Believe that color, one more weight, makes them different
They don't know that beneath the Sun there is no man without death
The chacarera is not just nostalgia and comfort
It's family; identity and a feeling
Passion; root like a pain for the person from Santiago
They say the world was chaos with a seed
That the creator sowed; watered and life was made
With it, man and the rest, a bonus, a trick
Knowing my limitations when I make mistakes
I ask for forgiveness as I learned from our ancestors
When the word was law and respect was common
The hard sowing of living delivers its fruits
Only there, towards the end of our existence
According to irrigation, Sun, and love will be the harvest
The chacarera is not just nostalgia and comfort
It's family; identity and a feeling
Passion; root like a pain for the person from Santiago
