Bien Chaqueño Soy

I have my humble ranch
Shaded by mistol
Under a carob tree
Tied up is a wild horse

Here the charatas sing
The chajá keeps watch
With water from the stream
I like to drink mate

I go into the woods
To my liking to lasso
I throw the bolas
And my lasso trembles

My pride is quebracho
To be where I am
Like my homeland, there's no other
I'm truly chaqueño

I sing to bad weather
No need to lament
To the reason of the poor
It's who should listen

I never leave my poncho
Wherever I go
It's a friend and witness
Of what I am

The garabato perfumes
It makes me remember
Loves in my life
That I will not forget

My pride is quebracho
To be where I am
Like my homeland, there's no other
I'm truly chaqueño