Puesto Santa Teresa
Lázaro Caballero
Santa Teresa Ranch
Golden years of lights
Of youthful skills
I keep in my soul a memory
Of Santa Teresa Ranch
A cross pole in the yard
Provided me with dappled shade
And the charatas from the woods
Singing woke me up
My leather bed
My doghouse, my brown horse
I keep them inside my soul
As a sacred memory
Don Capata and Doña Santa
Have gone far away
My Santa Teresa Ranch
Where I was very happy
To the back of the old fence
The chuñas always sang
And in July, the quitilipis
Serenaded at night
Sweet carob and mistol
Old times of my childhood
Beehives, doca, and armadillos
Flavors of my nostalgia
Path to the happy countryside
To the tavern and alley
They may have been erased from the ground
But they are inside me
Don Capata and Doña Santa
Have gone far away
My Santa Teresa Ranch
Where I was very happy
