Argentino Y Chamamecero

I sing to the Argentinians
Champions of chamamé
From Corrientes and Entre Ríos
Missions and Santa Fé
The sun of the gaucho homeland
That unites our songs
Grilled meat and accordions
Guitars and bandoneons

Give it a shout, give it a kick, give it a guitar
The mix is ​​beautiful
Give it a harmonica, give it a dance, give it a guitar
Like a good chamamecero

We gauchos are brothers
Of different heights
Three coins, same weight
And a lot of culture inside
A well-saddled horse
The card game and its emotions
The girl, pretty woman
Who brightens the hearts

Give it a shout, give it a kick, give it a guitar
The mix is ​​beautiful
Give it a harmonica, give it a dance, give it a guitar
Like a good chamamecero

I'm a gaucho and I understand it
As my language explains
As Martín Fierro used to say
That the Earth was small
Uruguayans and Argentinians
Rio Grande of the blue sky
Song of homeland and longing
Flag of Mercosur

Give it a shout, give it a kick, give it a guitar
The mix is ​​beautiful
Give it a harmonica, give it a dance, give it a guitar
Like a good chamamecero