Corazón de Quebracho

God placed His fruitful hands on the wood
On a quebracho tamer from my Santiago land

With a chisel; a gouge, a wooden hammer
And a heart of quebracho deeply rooted in the land

Afternoons filled with friends, long nights of guitar strumming
Those times I now recall, the immense scent of wood

Your workshop is fragrant, my friend, let it become legend
To Roberto Benavidez, I sing this chacarera

I hear the thud of your hammer echoing away
And to the beat of chacareras, spirits will dance in the shade

The kakuy left its whistle on a January afternoon
Asking you to find its first love, its heart's tune

Keep hammering, craftsman, let your sounds not be silenced
A heart of quebracho guards your traditions

Your workshop is fragrant, my friend, let it become legend
To Roberto Benavidez, I sing this chacarera