La Alabanza
Los Chalchaleros
The Praise
Old song of my lands, old as the saltpeter
Praise chacarera, I want to sing to you
Amuy Kayman says the drum when it sounds there in mailín
There goes Mr. Rooster playing the violin
In Loreto I dance zamba, the hidden one in Beltrán
To dance a good remedy there is a corral
Nocka salavinamanta, from where they call the trunk
Praise, chacarera, I want to sing to you
Wide sumaj the praise, sung in the quebrachal
Even if they called: Come and pray
Tap for the equal, do not anger the earth
Little bit, brush my chacarera
The moon is already rising, shining in the salt flats
Engualichando guitars with their clarity
Nocka salavinamanta, from where they call the trunk
Praise, chacarera, I want to sing to you
