La cruzadita

I'm a tough little chacarera
No doubt I'm heading to Santiago
A stranger is the one taking me
Achalay, to that beautiful land

Achalay, to that beautiful land
The mystery of the scorching siestas
Pure zonco and pure misqui
Generous shelter provider

Generous shelter provider
My moon is the Tucuman moon
Like the elf that guides me
From Santiago, wants to be my soul

I seek the sky of the truncas
I am indeed the little crusader
A singer to make me his
And a bombisto, a true quichuista

I bring all the green from the harvest
So your sorrow hurts less
And in my people, the hope
Bread and wine and a fraternal dream

Bread and wine and a fraternal dream
Simple bagallito of the countryman
And in my chest, the impatience
To feel united by the same land

To feel united by the same land
By the same dream of the northerner
With a light in the west
And a tomorrow with a single owner

I seek the sky of the truncas
I am indeed the little crusader
A singer to make me his
And a bombisto, a true quichuista