Zambita de allá
Los Chalchaleros
Zambita from there
(Zamba)
Song of the people from Santiago
They are the vidalas, they are the vidalas
(The chacarera and the zamba
How well they dance them, how well they dance them)
When they join the drum
They don't let it go, they don't let it go
(They are accompanied by hoop and leather
Maybe a shout here and there)
Zamba, gato, and chacarera
Little folk dances to dance
Several jugs of aloja
I assure you they will never be missing
And a Santiago heart
I assure you they will never be missing
When a person from Santiago dies
Nobody cries for him, nobody cries for him
(They sing him a vidala
He goes to glory, he goes to glory)
The bells don't ring
And the güiña the flower, and the güiña the flower
(Only the drums from the land
Seem to cry... (drumming))
Zamba, gato, and chacarera
Little folk dances to dance
Several jugs of aloja
I assure you they will never be missing
And a Santiago heart
I assure you they will never be missing
