Madre Chacarera

Mother, mother Chacarera queen and flower of joy
Goddess with swollen breasts of legends and poems

Woman sown with dreams, heart of honey and January
Dance, blood, skin, flag, mother and bride of my town

Blanket, lap, and embers of my brother swallow
In the frosted harvests when in your verses it nests

Warm maternal lips I feel my eyes kissing
When in my voice you become tears mother, mother Chacarera

Warm poncho of adobe patio and sky of my land
It hosts carnival eyes of barefoot monkey

Praises to the rituals of witchcraft masses
For devil Quechua sung in the flesh of the earth

Under the Sun from anywhere you are a generous carob tree
That sweetens your nomadic children with golden pods

Warm maternal lips I feel my eyes kissing
When in my voice you become tears mother, mother Chacarera