El Sacha Puma

Every critter roaming the fields
Eats the carancho, eats the carancho
And there’s no good wood for the fire
Like the quebracho, like the quebracho

I’m from Santiago, an old violinist from Silipicá
Every little quinceañera, always a tease, always a tease
And once she’s got a husband, she calms down, she calms down

When I was a kid, heading to the piuviú
Whistling and singing, I spent my time swaying
All the Santiago kids dance malambo; dance malambo
And they keep playing the drum, always partying; always partying
From the sacha puma, befriend me, little cutie, come hide with me

Every critter wandering the woods
Always hides, always hides
Because as soon as it lets its guard down
It gets eaten by man, it gets eaten by man

From Quimilí to Suncho Corral
To get there safe, it’s better to take it slow
To dance it, it’s not for just anyone, the chacarera, the chacarera
Nor for the sleepy, the hidden, the hidden

When carnival is near
Wherever I go, I’m heading back to Salavina
I like my locro nice and steamy but with some kick, but with some kick
Overflowing, really spicy and without a rush; without a rush
From the sacha puma, befriend me, little cutie, come hide with me