Chacarera Del 55

From '55 is the chacarera
That biting dreams steals the entire night

For the singers, for the coachmen
For the burners that sprout on counters

It was born for the cry of the guitarists
May veins of wine flourish in the jugs

Dancing through the night returns blind Pancho
Mature aloja that flies from a verse

Let the wine wet me, coming slowly
Let the man who is happy name me
Let all the pain inside be removed

Dreamer without sorrow, driver of forgetfulness
Wine from '55, ancient intoxicator

For Chacho Díaz, for Maldonado
Churro followers in love with the night

I'm already alone, distressing stars
Watching the simple march of those who remain

Sing to me drunk, steal me into your dreams
Calm the wine in me, before a master comes out

Let the wine wet me, coming slowly
Let the man who is happy name me
Let all the pain inside be removed