La mocha

Being at the mocha donosita and sumamera
After the carnivals, this chacarera came

For the feast of Saint Stephen amidst the visits
Guitarists and singers brought their verses

He was an old green man who seemed so serious
He emptied the bottles when no one was looking

Go on, play it for me, strummed and syncopated
As Cachilo taught you, softly and with a flourish

Doctor Billaud danced the chacareras perfectly
Like no one swept in the midst of the dust

Everyone wide awake while the party continued
They were just calming down after the second day

Oh, oh, Doña María Luisa... Naps under the festivities
I want to stay in Santiago until the candles burn

Go on, play it for me, strummed and syncopated
As Cachilo taught you, softly and with a flourish