Al Sur
Los Chalchaleros
To the South
The hills look blue
in the distance
landscapes of burning plains
with their rice fields of green color
In nights, summer nights
the stars shine, with more splendor
the breeze, coming from the river
tells me goodbye, I say goodbye
To the south, to the south, to the south
of the Pacanté hill
in the thickets, among the beloved ones
joy reigns that adorns the landscape
To the south, to the south, to the south
of the Pacanté hill
is the beautiful land
the land of Huila that saw me born
I was lulled
by drum sounds
that the air breathes
the flowers in May
I learned in the rhythm
of the sanjuaneros
all the joy of the town I love
