Chacarera de Las Piedras

(Chacarera)

Here a walker sings
That has walked a lot
And now he lives peacefully
On Cerro Colorado

I throw my verses to the wind
Wherever I go
I am a tree full of fruits
As a mistol plant

When I saddle my horse
I'm leaving for the sands
And halfway along the road
I have already forgotten the sorrows

Caminiaga, Santa Elena
The churqui, lightning cut
There is no payment like my payment
Long live Cerro Colorado!

In the shade of some talas
I have felt, suddenly
To a girl who said
Calm down, people are coming

I'm going to give you a remedy
That is very good for sorrows
Male iguana fat
Mixed with mint

Chacarera of the stones
Creole like no other
Don't go into the mountains
If the moon has not risen

Caminiaga, Santa Elena
The Churqui, Lightning Cut
There is no payment like my payment
Long live Cerro Colorado!