De Pocito Al Albardón

Coming from the side of Jáchal
Passing through Albardón
Surely there they will welcome you
With stew and good ham
And as you approach Pocito
From afar you will feel
A little smell of empanadas
That will make you hurry

Oh yes! Sir; I sing
On serenade nights this little flower cueca
From Albardón to Pocito; from Pocito to Albardón

In the Albardón night
Lots of guitar and singing
You will see the Moon washing
Her face in the canal

And between songs and jokes
In Pocito they will give you
With the homemade wine
The warmest friendship

Oh yes! Sir; I sing
On serenade nights this little flower cueca
From Albardón to Pocito; from Pocito to Albardón