Campo Afuera

Long ago and searching around, a chacarera
Out in the hills in my homeland, out in the field
Fields of the rudita deep into the Tulumba mountains to find
Beautiful in her percale dress dances Doña Dominga the chacarera

Underneath a tala tree I saw her, being wild
And some gentle firewood embers were scenting her
Scenting her with its smell some tala branches she knew how to cut
My friend Don Vivas last winter when it ended for his corral

And on the loose soil the sweeping of the espadrilles
From among the hills the Moon rose to light it up

Like a cloud in the air remained a dust cloud
A tala leaf, Moon fringes, and the chacarera

With her pure percale dress goes Doña Dominga
All the flowers in the hills envy her
They envy her because there's no color more beautiful than her percale
Nor a maiden who knows how to gift the grace of her good swaying

And the girls would like to dance as she does
The braid in the wind and a hand on the hip
Her hip sways similar to the willow's and the wicker's as well
That's my grandma! The boys from the hills know how to say when they see her

If at seventy she dances like this, what she was before
A luxurious agile fawn just like that

Like a cloud in the air remained a dust cloud
A tala leaf, Moon fringes, and the chacarera