Pueblero de Allá Ité

From over there Ité
Where the night Poriajú has no sorrows
Because a chamamé lights up in every star
Villager from Allá Ité

From Allá Ité
Dirt streets, bamboo grove and vine
The children play marbles on the sidewalk
Villager from Allá Ité

From Allá Ité
Where childhood was learning from your people
Their simplicity and the same old greeting
Villager from Allá Ité

From Allá Ité
Where the afternoon leans on the palm trees
To die here hatá and orange grove
Barefoot on the sandy ground

From Allá Ité
Where winter has a cold of lapachos
Caú summer writhes with thorns
Of cane and sapucay