Chacarera Del Fuego
Mercedes Sosa
Fire Chacarera
Little fire that keeps burning
Quiet blood of the firewood
Give me the warmth I lack
To unveil my sorrow
Stretch out, old friend
Don't ask me for more wood
I still have the guitar
With six companion strings
Accompany me slowly
There's no need to rush
For in the embers of hell
I too will turn to ash
Caresses at a slow fire
In all the wheat of your bread
When no one is left
Alone, you will extinguish
Little fire that keeps dancing
Songs and melodies
From the horizon you call
They come, they bring from the day
With quebracho or carob
With cypress or holy wood
You warm up the night
And you crackle in the weeping
Little fire that keeps burning
Gray cards of nostalgia
Let me sing your song
And intoxicate myself with your magic
Caresses at a slow fire
In all the wheat of your bread
When no one is left
Alone, you will extinguish
