La Humilde

[Part I]
I'm Chacarera
Flesh of the Salamanca
Blood of the carob tree
Fermented in my heart
Fever of burning sand
In the thickets, goat trails
Sleeping under the mishtol
I'm from Santiago like sweet and salty
Born in the mountains
Growing like Quebrachal
Chorus
I am humble
Just like my Chacarera
A little wildflower blooming in the salt flats

[Part II]
I'm Chacarera, fresh footprints
In the wetlands
I whistle in the reeds
And dance on the sandy ground
Tears of the moon
Over the cries of the vidaleros
The beat of the drum
And strumming on the guitar
I'm the memory
And the feeling of my grandparents
Packers of verses
Born in the carnival