Entre a Mi Pago Sin Golpear
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Enter My Hometown Without Knocking
It was a lot of suffering walking far from my hometown
So much running to get nowhere
And what I was looking for was where I was born
It's gold in friendship that can't be bought or sold
It's only given when felt in the heart
It's not something to be used when convenient and nothing more
That's how my countrymen give in friendship
Their hands are bread, cheese, and mate tea
And the flower of humility tends to perfume their ranch
Life has been lent to me and I have to return it
When the creator calls me for the delivery
May my bones, skin, and salt fertilize my native soil
The Moon is a lump that shines with borrowed light
Only to the singer who sings soulful verses
The Sun climbing through his voice bursts in his heart
A singer to sing even if his verses say nothing
Oh, why would you be silent to silence
If silence is a singer full of spirits in the voice
My town is a singer who sings the chacarera
He won't sing what he doesn't deeply feel
When you want to listen, enter my hometown without knocking
Life has been lent to me and I have to return it
When the creator calls me for the delivery
May my bones, skin, and salt fertilize my native soil
