La Lorohuasena

Mommy sent me a message
Have a very good day
Send him the chicken
That you stole from him the other day

I said mommy
That you priest his corral
To enclose a mosquito
That he has left without a muzzle

And I say mommy
Let the tamer priest him
To annoy my dad
That he has turned out to be a kicker

Chacarera, chacarera
Chacarera of the weeds
When will you be telling me?
Take black what is yours

I like peeled figs
And the Catamarca cheese
I like to love what belongs to others
To see the owner's face

I like love in another
And in me I can't see it
I like to light the fire
And retreat to watch it burn

I like that others have
What I lack does not make me
I like something to sting them
To laugh and watch them scratch

Chacarera, chacarera
Chacarera of the weeds
When will you be telling me?
Take Turkish what is yours