La Sachapera

Sweet girl, my lovely lady, swaying in your skirt
Dancing, you’re the finest little brown girl from Santiago
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

Sweet fruit of my homeland, little girl from Sabagasta
Lips like syrup and prickly pear juice from the sachapera
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

It feels good to roam the hills when the night comes alive
Kissing the carob trees with their drizzle of stars
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

In Santiago del Estero, the salamanca awaits me
I want to leave the sonko to sing to my land
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

Well done, my lovely lady, you’ve sparked a fire
With the warmth of your hands, dry firewood for my love
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

For the time of the syrup, there’s a bewitching moon
That stays singing verses in the middle of the vidalas
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

With carob flour, I’ll sweeten the sadness
That follows me closely for wandering in love
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed

In Santiago del Estero, the salamanca awaits me
I want to leave the sonko to sing to my land
With the double chacarera, all sorrows are healed