Si de Cantar Se Trata

With vitillo and machaco
I learned the chacarera
I sang it all day
Out in the fields of Salta

Walking through Payogasta
I already knew the changuito
Even if they fill us with foreigners
I wouldn't change them

I was surrounded by guitars
Drums and gaucho outfits
Wow, how nice they look
On all those countrymen

If you're already twenty years old
And can't decide
Come to folklore
I don't need to invite you

It hurts me if they say
Folklore is for old people
If you're young, promise me
Not to give up for a moment

If singing at gatherings
Someone laughs
Don't worry, forgive them
They don't know their roots

I seem to have heard
That it's ending
With your hand and mine
Let's keep going

If you're still twenty years old
Tuning the guitar
Take all the folklore
Wherever you go