La Calurosa
Los Manseros Santiagueños
The Hot One
Time of the hot heat coyotes that go singing
And in the golden siestas the carob ripening
When the beat of the drum resonates within the nap
It's a sign that the wine is flowing from mouth to mouth
Summer in Santiago throats like sandy beaches
And the wine is sinking like water in the salt flats
Chacarera churita chacarera takes drinks
I found you asleep looking for the bottom of a glass
A monkey with his mouth like a hatchet in the mud
With one eye he sees the drum, with the other he looks at the glass
From drinking so much wine, the lazy ones are starting to fade
Their eyes tiny, their heads swaying
The shadow of the nap scorching on the ground
And the drumbeat continues to liven up the party
Chacarera churita chacarera takes drinks
I found you asleep looking for the bottom of a glass
